Sun filigreed through high tree lines
Touching our chosen space with bright finger tips
We swing, irregular rhythm, sometimes your momentum, sometimes mine
I watch you point your toes and know
It is hard to remain calm, not to act upon
Desires bound by respect and difference
You are a forest nymph, a hummingbird
You are a nayad of the lake, your honey my want
I imagine holding your bottom lip lightly with my teeth
Graze your unapproachable grace with whispering touch
Green water is still and birds sound from high
I hear it all
And only the gentle deep of your voice
How you move your mouth
The tilt of your long elegant neck
Sunlight turning your skin into caramel
Picks out the rushing river of your eyes
Glances off the high wistfulness of your cheeks
Your thin tshirt a wrapper, I long to pull toward me
Your fingers, nimble, I would take in my own
In my mind, I preserve each motion
How you tilt your small chin
The sway of your bones moving beneath skin
If I could I would cup your little face in my hands
Tilt you toward sunlight until all we could feel
Was radiance
Reach for the taste of your tongue
Bury myself in your laundered smell
The brush of forest and leaves, wild and breathing
Stay in that singular and plural second
Retracing the shapes you make, rising and falling
I know there are things pulling us back into the world
I know we cannot stay in this dappled moment forever
That life goes on demanding our turn of attention
But I will keep coming back to your eyes
Capturing light, water, air, me
I think I see
I think I see
More within your secret self
Than our words have yet said
All I can do is hope, I’m not imagining
Or the burning in my chest does not long alone
It would be inexplicable to feel so much
Without return
But as I drive away
The sun dipping slow behind clouds
I have a confidence I’ve never possessed
Certain it is not just me, who speaks silently beneath surfaces
If you can hold on to the courage of now, how we are
To let yourself feel it too
It doesn’t matter how long it will flame
It matters that we do not give up before we create that light
Before the resolve of desire and emotion
Sets untouched and life grows dark again
I do not want to give up on hoping
You’ll look at the same sky
Share my wish
You have planted a longing in me I cannot ignore
Unspoken and afraid to be real
Until you say
From your beautiful mouth
With your lovely faraway voice
Yes I want
I want you too
That’s a desire that misses no detail, sees only perfection without illusions.
This is beautiful…may I reblog?
You are most welcome.
*sighs*
All of this:
“I do not want to give up on hoping
You’ll look at the same sky
Share my wish
You have planted a longing in me I cannot ignore
Unspoken and afraid to be real
Until you say
From your beautiful mouth
With your lovely faraway voice
Yes I want
I want you too”
It’s everything. I can relate to this. Beautifully written.
Oh hun. This really sings to me.
Of course 💓
Thank you honey 💓💓 💓
Reblogged this on AreMyFeetOffTheGround and commented:
This paean of adulation and hope from The Feathered Sleep
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
TheFeatheredSleep – Basking desirous in the radiance of an other.
I read this aloud and I was completely swept away. This is so lovely.
So beautifully expressed!
Wonderfully loving words!
Sensual and sensitive, and I love the metaphor running through this.
Like waking and unfurling, finding oneself safe and full of wonder and joy and the smallest growing bit of hope
Marvellous imagery with a touch of Eros
The beginnings of a loving relationship. Yum! ❤
Everyone wants a love like this. Everyone. If they say they don’t, they’re lying. You know how to evoke that longing as if you were bequeathed the gift of feeling.