Ribbons of sunlight dance across your face as you laugh melodically…maniacally.
Trapped in time as the walls around me begin to melt like ice cubes in the summer heat. I hear them dripping around me as I lay there staring, reverent, into your iridescent abyss; watching casually as you hold back all the things you long to say.
I watch your silent, internal battle, as the words creep to your lips and your struggle to keep them sealed. I marvel in shameless curiousity at the words you will not speak as a wave of maddening nervousness ripples through my stomach and turns my fingertips into an emergency exit for caged butterflies in a rage.
In that single moment, I am altogether terrified of the things I dare not feel, for you are a lighthouse on a lonely cliff; my soul a lost ship searching for home.
Many years have passed since the stones in the pit of my stomach have trembled the way they do when I’m with you. I know not what to do with all of this…”ness”.
Questions burn at the back of my throat like hot lead in pursuit of an adequate mould.
Who was I before our paths crossed?
Where have I been in the days of your sweet adventures across this lonely planet?
You shake the very core of my being without so much as a word and I have never felt more terrified in all my life.
I cannot give in to such madness.
I will not yield to your splendour.
For if this early intervention makes me question my past, who will I be in the future?
Who will you be?
And why, when I wake each icy morning, is it your smile I long to feel on the nape of my neck?
Who are you?