eros the bittersweet

waiting


that was what i intended to do.

what i have been doing.

what i have blessedly so endured.

it was the waiting that brought me to this very moment...and the waiting that taught me of my own capacity for greater things.

like adoring you without uttering a word. or loving you just because i know i cannot avoid it nor deny it.

i have kept my silence because i wanted to see how much of this my soul can embrace. how much of you, of what i discern in you, of what i want to hold in you, of what i ache to desire in you my skin and bones can continue yearning for without bending or breaking.

and after everything, surprisingly, i found you. still. falling. waiting.

i have descended from the highest of indulgence. i am emerging from what seemed to be eons of wordlessness.

again, i am attempting. because i understand how important it is to seize every breathing second i spend lusting for the same air that sustain you. because i know i have found the cause and the logic to the 'whys' i crave to unravel...

now holding your hand. now looking at your eyes. now seeing the depth and breadth of my own being.

this is for you...whose own beating heart keeps mine alive.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

you know how much i love the word 'unravel'.

most of all 'mine'.

 

anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.