The Truth Poem by Melissa Hurst

I believe we hide from one another in fear, but fear me not. A cowardly spirit possesses me when you are present and fear subdues me. A fear of rejection curses me. I believe you would reject me, but I will never be able to live in subjection to my silent tongue. I yearn to tell you that I love you and that will be forever true. I had the chance, but you have fled. O, my Dear, it is you that I speak of. Think it is no other, do not assume that my heart burns for another, it was always you. My heart was ablaze even as you loved you another.

O, I worship thee with proud submission. A submission that far surpasses those who bend their knees to animals, silver, and gold. Only through you everything is satisfied. The Most High created you with great sincerity. Another man can kiss my lips that long for you, but I will vomit in his face. Your kiss I will savor with my lips and tongue that lusts only for you. Another man can touch me, but it will be his hands that I break. Your touch is considered a blessing to my flesh. Flawless you, I lend you my heart. No other is worthy to break it nor pacify it. No other can, for it was always you. Your being has taught me the meaning of longing. My first gaze upon you, my soul cried out to the Heavens and said, 'What is this feeling that permeates and swells within me? ' I grew to realize that it was yearning. A yearning I never felt when I thought I adored others before you. But you changed my past. The ones before you are useless specs of dust that I trample and mash my foot upon. You are quicksand and I am immersed in you.

I would endure the excruciating pain of being with child just so that I may have a replica of you. I would gleefully bear in pain because a part of you will be nursed by my breast and a part of you will be greatly loved. My bowels and body rumble at the thought and sight of you. My knees humble themselves and my arms wrap 'round your legs. Six feet above me, O so paradisiacal! Staring upon me so sternly because you know that I am a madwoman, mad for you! O, anything I would give to feel your stare from above dominating me below. To feel your extending finger glide through my hair. I am an incomplete morsel and will forever be branded as such. For I am nothing without thee...