I love everything I know about you. I am intrigued by everything I don’t. The mischievous glint in your eye melts me. I can’t breathe. Each movement of your gaze reveals a treasure. I go on talking as though my energy isn’t swirling around you like a magnetic field. As though my passion isn’t expanding to be near you. To be near you. I reach to touch your skin. I long to touch your soul. Your voice drugs me. My mind is fuzzy. Am I making sense? Each turn of the conversation rejuvenates me. In ways I never knew I was numb, I feel. I am alive. Your kindness envelops me. I lean in closer. Your honesty entreats me. I open toward you. You talk of New York. You say it’s growing on you. I speak of awakenings. I could talk like this for hours. Sing to me of adventure. Trace poetry on my skin. Linger with me for a minute, a day, the night. It’s no longer heat between us, it is God. I preach to you of growth. You postulate on truth. The safe and polite distance between us grows smaller. Inching closer to a moment. A moment. You told me you didn’t want me. But you are here now. Am I making this up in my mind? I pull you closer. Or did you pull me? The embrace is longer than it should be. But shorter than enough. I inhale you. Our lips brush. I doubt my intuition. I turn. Your kiss lands on my cheek. I force a smile as you walk away. Do you know I love everything I know about you?
A secret. (Pt 1)
