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Across the Space

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Is it that hard to reach across the space
with our fingertips almost touching
straining against the void
the blackness that surrounds us?
Would our hands ever touch
banishing the distance
locking fingers in a clasp
holding fast, holding tight?
Can we claim what’s ours
even as judging eyes follow
unafraid by each others side
with our hands entwined?
Is this the right time for us
to be bold in face of all the odds
that everything we hoped for
will be possible as our worlds collide?

-The Elusive Scribe 011614-

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If I were to kneel in front of you and take your hands in mine,
will you answer the call of my heart with your own
or will I soon see my tears start to fall?
Will I have to spell the truth that threatens to spill
from brown eyes that search yours as I gaze up at your face,
or will you understand what my heart wants to say
even without the words that I long to speak?
Can you even feel my pulse beating under your fingers
faster and faster like the rushing of waves against the shore?
Would you ever wonder what it would feel like,
to fall down into the deepest part of my heart?
Will you even try to plumb the depths of me
or just let go of the hands that hold your own?

-The Elusive Scribe 102913-

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Summer Moments

 

Stolen moments from this sweltering summer heat,
hiding underneath the canopy of trees
breeze blowing flower petals in the air
dancing dreamily in our own quiet space.
We gaze at the sparkling sun shining
behind leaves that sway
giving us a glimpse of what we can be.
Our hands seek each other out in the silence of the
summer
clutching tightly while smiles bloom in our faces.
A love like ours burns just like the summer sun,
scorching us with flames that grow with every moment
until it engulfs us deep within leaving nothing
but traces of our hearts that will forever beat as one.

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-The Elusive Scribe 042213-

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Exist

 

Exist.
Because deep in your mind
you know you need
a body to come home to
lest you become lost.

Exist.
Because even in your solitude
you know how beautiful it can be
to reach out and touch
someone’s hands.

Exist.
Because self-pity no longer works
and because you’ll never know
that there is someone out there
dying just to be with you.

-eamarifosque 040413-