Desire
The moment when mortality transforms into eternity
Let’s sit together for a moment, sip from a cup filled with our choices, drinking the nectar we long for the most. For all our talk we’ve filled our cup with what we truly want, and now we can rest a while and drink together. Sipping. Laughing. Flirting with the future.
I see it in your eyes, now peeking from above the rim of your cup. Mischief fills their depth, matched with a longing for something more than just the ache you feel below. You want to be kissed like you are loved. You want arms to hold you that will not waiver. Your eyes seek their justice as your heart screams through them, “Please do not hurt me. Love me, and open up my soul.”
The ache. The pulsing throb. It beats at the solitary door etched in the curtain walls you’ve built around your heart. Your mind drifts back to the hours spent building this castle, strengthening your resolve. I will be protected. Yes, you will, for what stone cannot offer I have brought to you in droves.
I pose no threat. The fingertips lightly caressing your threshold are not here to hurt you. The lips longingly touching you are not weapons meant to cut you. Gaze just over my shoulder and you will see the long and arduous path I’ve walked to get to you. Look at the scars formed in my faltering, and know I have risen each and every time just to knock for you here. You will see this warrior, poised and prepared for even the most unexpected journey, is not here to tear down your walls.
No, I am here to live within them. If only that door would open.
You sip some more. I would, but I’m lost in the power of those eyes. I can feel the stirring in my below, knowing now the ache in yours.
I smile not just at the symphony of words you speak, but at the joy your story brings to my heart; an unexpected joy during an unexpected concerto. I sit in marvelous revelry listening to your song. I am now lost in the music.
You lower your cup, your lips now driving me to the brink of collapse. Tell me more, don’t stop singing. I surrender, absorbed in every word. My heart beats loudly as if it is keeping time, my hands just want to reach and touch you.
The touch. Fuck. I’m done. Yet I’ve only just begun.
