Greetings, happy 2019! While I have made many resent attempts at blog posts, the thoughts just aren’t flowing. I have been feeling very poetically inspired these past few months, however, so in the spirit of not going three months without posting, here is a poem.
I want to know you,
the sound of your heart beating,
Heating me with hope as we explore book hoards.
I want you to know that you are fearfully and wonderfully made.
I want you to push away the external doubts that clog your well rounded mind and see that we are not meant to be uniform.
I want to know your darkness,
I want to know your pain,
I want to know how it feels to hold your hand and dance in the rain.
I will support you, I will accompany you as you forge your trail, even if it leads you away from me.
Come from Heaven you are, for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
I pray with all the piety left in me that it’s the third, because I want to know the brush of your legs against my legs as we cradle each other on a chill fall morning.
I want to know the feel of your lips on my cheek,
I want to know how it feels to walk with you every Saturday, twin souls seeking peace in a hectic world.
Your pupils wide, your irises silver-blue-green in the sun, I remind myself not run forward, but to enjoy the stroll, no matter what path we embark on.
I fawn over you in my mind,
and the truth is that I have never felt so nauseously, nervously, euphorically alive.
I want to know what it is to love you,
and I think I’m halfway there.
I want to know what it is to be loved by you, to be held by you and to haunt your dreams,
But if our paths were to split
if you were to choose the one more often traveled, I would make myself be okay,
remembering that solitude has been my ever-constant companion.
If you love me,
if you want me,
if you need me,
I would never abandon you.