What kind of lover would you be?
Would you take us to a sacred place on the edge of where
the world dissolves and we begin?
Would you take my hand and interlace your fingers between mine,
knowing that if this was all you could have of me, you would make this feeling last through lifetimes?
Would you lift your hands up and gently cradle my face
while you softly wiped away the tears from my flushed cheeks?
Would you tilt my mouth up to meet your lips and
brush them gently like a feather across mine?
Would you run your tongue along my bottom lip,
tasting the nectar of this almost kiss?
Would you trace the back of your fingers down the curve
of my neck, your fingertips dancing slowly along with my
collarbone to the rhythm of our hammering hearts as
they break free from their cages?
Would your lips land softly at the base of my throat and
inhale my unspoken truths out one by one?
Would you breathe them in so deeply that they begin to
course through your veins until your entire body is tingling
Would you tuck my hair behind my ear and exhale your
warm bated breath within it to dispel any lingering
uncertainties and fears of unrequited love?
Would you run your fingers through my hair,
grasping the sides of my head with your palms as
your eyes bore into mine and without a single word
uttered from your lips begin to tell me a completely
different story than the one we’ve been writing?
Would you show me a lifetime of “what if’s” and “if only’s”
until the veil between us is lifted and we discover that
our separation has been one long illusion?
Together would we understand that all of the pain and
the sorrow of heartache and longing, of running and chasing,
were just layers of our egos shedding off until we saw within
each other’s eyes a connection so deep and vast that
it has spanned lifetime after lifetime since our
emergence as one into this gloriously chaotic universe?