Risk

Each step risky.

I question my sanity sometimes,

My logic or the lack thereof.

The heart beats

The pulse quickens

His voice is soft yet still so strong

Raining on my ears

Like rain on roses

And oh, my lonely heart soaks it up.

I am no pavement,

No

I am earth

and he saturates me.

Imperfections

His and mine

Accompany us

Like chains on ankles

Rocks beneath feet

Yet we don’t stop.

We walk.

Here we are

tiptoeing

Like newborn fawns

On shaky legs

Weak from falling

Again and again.

We don’t want to fall

Anymore.

When we kiss

I close my eyes

To savor every feeling in that moment

His chin hits my brace and I smile,

“Thanks for trying”,

And we kiss some more.

When he touches me

It’s on purpose

I know he likes it,

But he does it in such a way

That I can tell

He’s trying hard

To bring me joy.

And it does

Because his heart

Is in the giving

Not the taking.

Like when two stand

Before the same buffet

Starving

And one makes a plate

For the other

Simultaneously with their own

Then they sit to eat

Together.

Talking laughing sharing satisfying

The ache

Inside the belly.

Risk.

Here we are

tiptoeing

Like newborn fawns

On shaky legs

Weak from falling

Again and again.

We don’t want to fall

Anymore.

– leah

“The moment one definitely commits oneself, then, Providence moves too.” J. W. Van Goethe

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