It is he
the other me that gazes with gluttony into the glare of glorious adoration that fills the hallows of my eyes for him and overflows in sighs shaped like searing tears at the thought of never belonging to him wholly and devoted, undying and resounding the ever-pounding waves of unbridled love my heart sings for him like a silly serendipitous child belting out a round at their first recital
I am the title of the book that shook and plans to steal the heart that hides beneath the him that is real. I am the pages of the song he won't sing but that he whispers sometimes when he drifts off to sleep. I am the words that burn the pages of his fury the space in between when he begins to worry and the glue that binds it all together, I am the weather the storm the tsunami of desire that rages and burns and builds on his fire, I breathe sulfur-steamed sedation into his kiss and inhale the breath that he's lungs freely give ; just to feel him become a part of me.
I am the sorrowful sea siren swooping, soaring and sinking surely beneath the shallow grave of his indifference and the whore of his fear. Pleading... plotting...and playfully pretending to recite morose prose in proper and procured fashion perpetual play-actors of passion parading proudly my hearts dissatisfaction at the painful protraction of the circle we call trust.
I am in love and he calls it lust.
It is he
and it can be no other, no under, no over... I fall face first in the clover and find myself sinking into the dew drop dream of he and I trapped in a rhyme that froths furiously foamy fantastical fermented fronds of fevered felicity. I glitter and I glide into the crystal blue tide like a red ribbon waved through the sky streaming for all to see this love upon my sleeve.
It is he
and he knows it. he refuses to see or has turned a blind eye, built a barrier a fortress and burrowed beneath, swallowed the sweet sugary soothing seduction my ears curiously crave to hear crooning from the cynical twist in the curve of his kiss and I am lost without it. Like a beaming bold beacon enslaving my reason his eyes tell the story of his heart and I start to fall, to fade, to fall prey to the him that his logic denies.
It is he
i cannot deny.. he fills all my sighs and sets me to soar ever high and I sink only to sift through the ashes of his hesitation hoping to breathe life into the soot covered phoenix of his tattered heart and restore, renew, revitalize and ever immortalize in a glistening glaze of ecstasy and bountiful bliss the boy-like love he once had to give and bathe in the beautiful borrowed memory-filled moments that fate bestows us; knowing no one is promised a morrow and sorrow only over the time that keeps ticking and clicking away fore I sense it's urgency an impatience, it's insolence if you will.
I'm just a girl
a girl that knows
It is he
