You would have been mine if only I had the courage
to give voice to the thoughts that run in my mind
and the feelings that toss and turn in my heart.
You would have felt the warmth in my every embrace
and the love that wells up inside me,
as I press to your lips the kisses I longed to give.
You would have savored the words I whisper to your ears,
as they burn their way slowly to your cheeks staining them red,
and make your heart beat faster than ever.
You would have been mine, my sweet, not just for tonight,
but the mornings too as I cuddle close to you,
holding you tight, never letting you go.
-The Elusive Scribe 070213-
Everything is silent even the world that is used to us
burning the lines of technological spaces.
These hollow feelings caused by pauses in between,
a bitter taste like swallowing a cup of ashes
of burned hearts and letters we’ve written on the
These moments of silence how easily they can strip
the very foundations of who we are that we’ve built
while discovering the meaning of each other.
But still we have the courage to put everything to right,
even as the weary days pass us by without end.
And here we are still patching things up
because that’s who we are when we’re in love.
Breaking rules, breaking grounds just to fill the gap
that float between us like distances do.
And we find ourselves seeking out each other,
even in the spaces and darkness in our lives.
Hoping that our hands will reach out and find one
even when these pauses in between are tearing us
By the shore the sea becomes hesitant,
touching sand yet receding back to its beginnings.
Afraid to pass a world not of its own kind,
yet always there to test its courage,
stepping boldly on sunlit land until fear returns
and pushes it back to its frothy home.
-The Elusive Scribe 041013-