Wednesday, March 28, 2012

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