The Two
In my heart, I have not one, but two places reserved
The two are different, and thus so my feelings
When this one is near, my heart gets caught in my throat,
the tension strangling, enveloping, somehow loving
Breath but a meaningless word without an equal action
When the other is close, I cannot help but speak my mind,
the calm they bring to a mind like mine is so hard to find
Words are like breath, automatic and life giving
When this one looks at me, I am frozen, not cold but still
Lit up like an idle flame, unwavering and gasping for air
When the other one meets my eye, I am pulled, not forcefully
yanked... but guided
Given color like flowers to spring or rainbows to rain, flowing,
bursting with saturated hue
How I wish to hold both or either, but neither
Not a one could nor can reserve such spaces for me,
None who feels such feelings for me
Love is a risk that one wishes someone else to take,
yet those who are victim are oft the ones taken
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