There’s this lovely,
Pulsating,
Breathless light in my chest
And it resonates a little more
As I get to know you.
You seem to exist in-between the moments
Of exhalation.
Of Inhalation.
I get these ridiculous butterflies
From merely typing your name.
And I’m finding it so much easier
To be a better me,
Because you exist.
My heart is full of words
And I’m chewing slowly,
As to not choke
Or have them catch in my throat.
My heart is full of words
And I’m mumbling between beats,
Wiping off the excess phrases
Dripping down the sides.
My heart is full of words
And everything is mashed together,
A conglomerate of silent whispers
Deep fried in slippery doubts.
Listen to them crunch,
Breaking between each breath.
My heart is full of words,
Just waiting for you to hear them.
Gods alive, I am terrified
But the fire in your eyes tells me otherwise
There is warmth there
And the midnight chills are creeping in.
The door hesitates,
Hinges half-frozen like a suggestion,
A possibility in between cracks
And the promise of light.
I see it seeping underneath,
Caressing the floor with its presence
Tip toeing ever so gently
Between the carpet and frame.
You hide behind a fortress of silence
And surround yourself with words,
With wishes of other worlds
And a life that’s more your own.
You ache for something more
And your finger, tracing racing thoughts,
Tries in vain to find their source
Before the glow can fade.
The door yields slightly,
And I hear a soft singing within my bones,
It resonates through my skin
And settles on my lips.
I whisper gently, the words I know,
And slip them underneath.
They pile up slowly
I hope they keep you company.
I long to be the warmth beneath your skin
That dull ache in your bones
That breath you can’t quite catch
The one that sits in your throat
Just out of reach.
I long to be the grass underneath
The rock where you rest
On the blanket that shelters your thoughts
Under the tree filtering harsh sunlight
On a cloudless afternoon.
I long to be the sky overhead
Open to all of your words
Shouted and whispered
All at once both captive and free
Boundless and restricted
Unearthed and undiscovered.
I long to be your midnight indulgence
The best kept secret,
Even from yourself
And yet, the one you’re endlessly proud
To call your own.
I long for contradictions to be made plain
Intersecting forces to quiet harsh tones
And for conflicting voices to see reason
This is no time for folly
Hearty foolishness is not welcome here.
I fell headfirst into too many words
My mouth caved in
Before my heart could even begin
To open.
I fell headfirst into your name
If I could call you mine
And still get your attention
I would.
I fell headfirst into your love
Not for myself, but for everything else
Your world was always brighter
Especially after rainfall.
I fell headfirst into silence,
Hesitation primed to implode
With the force of a thousand pound
Wait…
I fell headfirst into a grassy field
Rolled until my throat erupted
Laughter tearing itself free
Taking flight on a exchanging of words.
I fell headfirst into foolishness
Foundation on a light whisper
Dust suspended in a shadow’s kiss
Already fading with the rising sun.
Her voice was a candlelit picnic
on the beach,
Soft as the ocean waves,
Leaving impressions on your heart
Like the sand that you carried
In small dunes
As the sounds of guitar strings fade
With the rising sun.
Moonlit Poetry 