falling in love – the Honest Poet

Untitled, No. 6

Instead of drum beats inside my chest
It’s the gentle feeling of
– Oh. There you are.
I am soft when gazing at you
With the familiarity I have yet to gain
But when you smile at me like that
I think you could love me
– It’s almost like you already do

Soft, Tender, and All the Like

You make me want to be soft,
Drape you in the gossamer silk of skin
Touching you with nothing but the gentle caress of tenderness,
Whispers across your cheeks from my eyelashes and lips
Sparks beneath my fingertips to warm you
In return for the quiet you give me,
The stillness of early mornings
Waiting with baited breath for you to rise like the sun
While I gaze at your sleeping face
Which inspires the tenderness I can only wish to emulate.

Leisure

I am learning you slowly,

Taking opportunities to map your curves and edges,

Every dimple, every scar

Reading your body like braille

Until I know you without sight or sound.

I am exploring you steadily,

Wandering the halls of your memories,

All your joys and sorrows

Seeing the portraits you hang high in your gallery

Statues frozen in your most vulnerable positions.

I am unhasty in my pursuit of you

That is not to say curiosity does not burn like a wildfire within me

Because it does – you do

But I will take my time here,

For I think I’d like to stay for a while.