Thursday, May 7, 2009
Sparks, Flame, Fire
Don't tell me what you're feeling yet;
My ears aren't yet prepared.
Don't ask me what I feel for you;
my mouth is still quite scared.
I'm watching you and what you do,
my eyes won't shy away.
I beg of you to beckon me-
in silence-so I'll stay.
My heart does not yet want to know
but yearns to touch and feel-
to wonder and investigate
an 'us' still so surreal.
Let's explore the here and now,
instead of what might be.
Let's dance the dance around the flame;
perhaps we'll set love free.