The Aching Want
I remember the gazebo
When I felt it was floating
The two of us sitting on the wooden floor
While the kids were doing nothing unusual
Or very interesting
But our eyes kept reconnecting
And I felt the moment would burst...
We talk only of work-related things
Only gestures in response to the kids
Our eyes in constant movement towards each other
Mine to yours at least...
And now I want all the inappropriate things
A long smile, a hug, a kiss
Extended eye-contact
I want to sit with you in the park
Kissing your ear, the one with two earrings
Moving my lips to the warm side of your neck
Deep back where the hair is,
Then retreat
And look into the big brown eyes
The one's that crushed God himself
And tell you with a fearful warmth
That I can barely stand my love for you
And that your very eyes upon me
Is proof that God survived the crush
And in fact uses them now
To guide light into my world...
And the catch of your eyes
Rekindles that aching want.
The only thing worth fighting for.
Mi amore, mi amore, mi amore.
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