I dream of him both
I dream of him both often and in color
I can almost see his face, just beyond my reach
My fingertips aching to touch him
In my dreams I know him more than I know myself
From his eyes, to his brilliant smile to his bellowing laughter
Where his embrace envelops me, and I have found peace
A home in someone else’s soul
With him there is no need for words, for with our eyes we speak volumes
Oh, how I wish it were true
But instead I must wait
I plead on my knees
I close my eyes and dream
I feign a satisfaction with our simple greetings
The brushing of cheeks and embraces that end much too soon
His gaze meets mine, but I can’t read his eyes
Those deep beautiful brown eyes, so guarded
Keeping me at arm’s length
How I wish he’d simply pull me in
If only he’d let me hold him, heal his scars and love his dark places
To be his missing rib
To bring to fruition a love that I’ve only dreamed of or seen from afar
Yet all he does is watch
Smile, small and slow
I ask myself is it real? Or a figment of my own twisted imagination
My mind playing a cruel trick on my heart
For there are no butterflies
No anxiety for which I cannot breathe
But instead a warm joy, a giddy flutter in my chest
A sense of solid peace
Oh, how he makes my heart sing
A joyful tune I have only heard tales of
How I wish we could make a harmonious melody
That even the birds will envy, our hearts entwined in a song
Until then I will wait albeit not at all patient
But I will wait on my knees pleading until our tune rings melodious and true