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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Jun 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.28.09.29.19534]] |
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Rational is good. Logic soothing, yes I need the cool of ordered thought that will allow me to sort all these tangles of emotional thread. I committed the crime of letting my true face be seen, telling myself you would not love could not love the grey eyes, and odd assortment of features. It made hiding comfortable. But my mask slipped, and you never said you could see me, that the whole time I sought precious concealment you were looking in my eyes. I thought I kept my heart well buried, but instead it was nestled in your hands touched so lightly I felt no fear and then reeled when you did that first time, because it was a touch I knew. We spoke so lightly of longing, in cool general terms, and it should have come as no shock that when I turned you were close enough for lips to touch, to drag slowly along my shoulder until I was so softly drugged it did not occur that somewhere love had made a quiet entrance. And now the thought of you suffuses this skin with a longing that will not still the helium butterfly that lights and floats and clings to my ribs and laughs when I tell myself that I will not lose myself in the rainbow regard of your spirit. |