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By Vishal Date: 2002 Apr 19 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.19.03.43.7291]] |
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I've wanted to tell you for a while now, I wanted to say it as you reached for a teacup in your kitchen that night, after we fought about why we always have to eat Chinese food on your floor, and then made up. I wanted to say it as the moonlight shone in on you as you slept in your bed the first time we made love there, when I felt your heart racing against my chest, and your sweet voyeurant face when you first saw your roses even though I wasn't there. But mostly I wanted to say it the last night I saw you, as I held you in my arms looking down at your precious face, knowingly looking up at me, still inside you. Quiet, motionless, but still inside you. I wanted so badly to tell you that... The words each time grace my lips like an imposter, only to fall away like some great lizard that was taken out to sea to rain it's fury on the dark ocean alone, unbeknownst to any hearing. I pray that you can hear them for what they are, feel them for what they are, and not mar them with the knowledge that they stand apart from your ability to reciprocate them. Please take them in your heart and feel them with your eyes closed and your soul open, for just a moment, my voice speaking them softly in your ear with a kiss. When you smile, when your head lightly moves to dance, when your tongue finds my lips, when you ramble over a glass of wine, when you sit naked after we've made love, when you act boldly. When you laugh, when you squeeze my hand, when you call my name in a gruff whisper or when your heart races on my chest in a close embrace when you love me. What I'm sad about is selfish. I'm sad at God's timing. I am only a man and as a man I miss you. I miss you terribly. I miss your kiss, I miss your smile, oh how I miss your smile. But most of all I miss the moment that hasn't happened yet, the moment when you let yourself fall for me. What makes it hard for me is knowing how much you care for me, how much in a way you do love me. How much you would enjoy smiling wryly as you hurled yourself backwards off the cliff and said "Catch me baby." If I didn't know that I could make you a villain, me a victim and soothe myself but I can't because it isn't the truth. The truth we both know, the truth is not today. I know you're not leaving him for me and I wouldn't want you to. I wouldn't want you to leave him for you. I also know that you would never fly a million miles just to see me smile, someday maybe, but not today. So I guess I'd better disappear now. I know you'll be okay and someday I will be too. And maybe, just maybe if God so desires, a day will come when as friends we will find ourselves accidently strolling along the white cliffs of Dover, or the mountain rocks of Chamonix, or the powdery beaches of Goa, or the glistening harbour of old New York. And from the heights and the stars, amongst the angels whose arms will cradle us, in a moment neither of us was told about but knew like our oldest happiness, we will look into each others eyes and know; it is today. And whether that day is tomorrow, or next week, or next year or next lifetime, I will finally get to tell you to your sweet face, the face that I will miss more than I could ever tell, that, oh, baby, I love you. And you'll smile wryly, close your eyes, say "catch me baby." And fall. |