Maybe Someday

I shall not hold you.

Instead, I’ll watch you, your hands
and the unusual gestures of
your long fingers and arms.

It used to puzzle me;
now, I find it intolerably charming.

I forget to breathe in
each time I hear your voice.

I am mesmerized by every word,

every inflection; and yet,

I stop listening the moment we lock eyes

and it feels impossible to move.  

I shall not kiss you.

Instead, I’ll let my lips caress your name

as yours do mine (even though
you mispronounce my name);

It will have to do until someday.

Maybe someday, you'll know me the same way. 

© 2012 Helena Malheur

D.O.