Sunday, December 8, 2013

"You" by J.L. Whitehead


You’re like a fine line that separates me from my spirit
Almost like there’s a part of me that’s floating…free-falling

…wanting to lose myself in you
And the other part is grounded – on lock down – afraid to feel because I want to feel.

I can’t keep my hands off of you – and the moments we shared (as few as they were)
Keep playing and replaying themselves in my head
Dancing over my heart,
Fluttering over my mind,
And I’m pinwheeling.

Until I don’t hear from you and I have a moment to think
And everything is clear – like a full moon on a cloudless, autumn night.

You look at me from across the room and there I go – smiling.
Aching for you
Like I’ve never felt someone gaze at me like you
Or kiss me like you
Or rest their head on my chest like you.

And then I loved you – stretching and filling you…
Exchanging passion for tenderness
Warmth for heat
Heartbeat for heartbeat

And after all that, I’m still feeling you…
But when I’m away from you
A level head takes over and I put the wall up…
So that I don’t know how much I miss you…and your smile

Or maybe…it’s just me wanting…

~ J.L. Whitehead

Written: Monday, March 7, 2007

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