Lying bare next to you

makes my mind surge like the fire in my veins.

Perhaps it’s the way you study my eyes, or

how your gaze flicks over my lips,

now chapped, dry, like the inside of my mouth;

a symptom that comes as well with sweaty palms or a racing pulse

and it’s entirely your fault.

 

After all this time.

I grow impatient, even sensitive.

Mousy. Timid.

Vehemently nervous.

Ardently willing.

Yet, it’s not so much an anxious, unnerved feeling like that of butterflies.

In conttrast, I believe that to be far closer to a warning than the opposing.

Rather than that of a love bug.

It’s your entire being warning you of concealed trouble.

 

Instead, I feel relief.

Safety in your eyes.

 

The only true fear that possesses me is

that of having you no longer.

Hanging to every bit of hope,

even faith,

I tread on convincing myself that your hands will want me more tomorrow than they do today.

 

But

Lying bare next to you

does as much.

Overt, vulnerable, plain and clear.

Transmitting something I can’t yet fully distinguish;

your eyes making all of me a puddle.

Perhaps, it is simply love by its purest form.

Anyhow, it works my head too quickly for me to

understand; too quickly for me to keep up with.

All I truly understand is that I want you—

for as long as my heart beats;

far beyond into His deathless death.

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— A.M. Sención

2023