1/8/14

Oh goodness.
So. It's another poem. Shocker, I know.
There is so much fluff in this that I'm pretty sure cotton candy would choke on it.
Aaaaannnnnd I'm gonna post it nonetheless.
(I know it's sticky-sweet, just bear with me here.)
Enjoy, I guess.

1/8/14

We’re so close, but not yet there,
I reach for you but cannot touch.
This, of course, is an illusion
Because
You’re sitting there right in front of me
With your head against my knee.
And never would I have known
That such warmth could be spread
Through such a humble touch as this,
Were it not for you.
And how this ember of heat does spread.
Somehow from my knee it rises
To my chest, where my heart is resting
(Or is it racing?)
And then to my face
Where a pleased glow emanates from within,
Brightening above my smile,
A smile largely because of you.
And all is connected.
A smile because of your actions,
A flush because of the warmth,
Near my mind where my thoughts of you reside.
Warmth blooms within my chest, where my feelings take shelter.
Even my soul seems happy, spending time with you.
And finally, my simple knee, of all things,
Warm from your physical presence with me,
Your own existence, settled against mine.
That being who has held my fondness
And whom I wish to call my own.
And yet, until that day arrives,
I will revel in this;
In you,
With me.
In us.