To Sate the Romantic

And yet, he is one of my greatest allies and assets. And regardless of what the rest of them in me think, he is still true.

Standing behind you

Arms at our sides, fingers interlaced.

My head rests on yours,

and I know your eyes are closed.

I come 'round to your open neck,

and kiss it softly. I hear you exhale.

Your scent greets me,

so I look forward alongside you.

 

I can sense,

the cool warmth of your cheeks.

I can hear the rustle

of your hair between us.

I can feel your laughter

as my scraggly beard tickles your ear.

 

Why is it that you love me?

What do you see in this turn-wicked heart?

My Good Man is well-buried.

You hear my dark jests,

and you know them to be true.

My cackles spring from truth,

and I know well--

that comedy comes from

the suffering of others.

 

But can it be that you also know,

that I would die for this world I detest?

 

I greatly doubt

you are my soulmate,

my bethrothed,

my One.

I have learned, harshly,

that such things are likely fantasy.

And yet here You are,

and I will take that.

 

Think of me

what you will.

But still, here you are.

 

Turn 'round, my dear,

And look into my eyes.

So say the Gypsies:

'Whoever confesses first, loses.'

I will not say the artsy words.

 

But peer herein

into eyes that say no words,

and Know that I love you.

 

Author's Note

I usually proofread my works, however as always I'm sure there are typos and syntax errors. I appreciate any and all notices of that, and will work to correct those. If I haven't do know that I did acknowledge your notice and try implementing it, but found that it detracted from the effect I wanted and so omitted it.

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[SheralVeronEve]

beautiful...