Broken Chastity

The moment of realization came when we met. I looked at you and witnessed creation. When you spoke I heard in your voice the echoes of my mortality. When you laughed I heard melody and understood that from there on out you would be the conductor to my hearts song. When you touched me I felt like Adam being molded from the dirt beneath your feet only happy that I could be given a heart that is able to beat for you. see, if the truth spoke otherwise I would rather drink the milk in your eyes than eat from the fruit but I was told that your lips were honeysuckles of joy and I knew that a life of longing would be better lived than one of regret so I would find myself wanting to be close to you just so that I could bathe in your scent like coconuts and daydreams spilling from the seams of your skin I would begin to get lost inside the lucidity of your presence, like a fiend who's aware that the highs are often better than the lows and I would take it slow with nervous fingers picking at the lock that's chastising you from me feeling carefully for the rise and fall of your chest making sure to put all of your anxieties to rest. because the last thing that I want to do is hurt you or scare you. I just want to know you and if that is all I ever get then that will be enough.

medicatedromantic

"Tell me about yourself" I'm still finding that out still wondering doubting and dreaming like a typhoon of emotions and being creating new life within me. I am not yet born.

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