This is a poem I wrote after I woke up from a dream about a boy I've never even met before |
I never thought that I would admit such a ridiculous predicament, but I can’t seem to shake it from my bones. For every time that I see him (in my dreams) everything else becomes blurry around the fading edges... and color melts. every time that he smiles, (though it may be just in my mind) the air in my chest feels heavier yet less important. So I can’t seem to shake it from my bones that I love him. I love him. I am in love with him. I am in love with my dream that sneaks up on me and steals away every part of me that I thought I knew. Everything that he is has become an instruction manual on the ways of being happy. And when I don’t read enough of it my joy dwindles. I love everything he is and everything that he isn't. Like the way he speaks with lively inflection, the way he thinks with hopeful admiration. and the way he moves. Sometimes I wake into my dream and he is asleep next to me. I watch as he breathes, as his blanketed chest rises and falls almost rhythmically. His skin is like golden honey and tanned olive tones. His deep brown hair, almost black as the night, is always swept up a bit in the front. His smile... it is so slight and so real, unfading in its security. He is strong and solid. Nothing he does is out of place or unintentional. Like the time we laughed so hard that he fell out of his chair. But the thing about him, this man that I love, it’s his eyes. They are gray, a deep, smooth gray. Like God melted a crayon and mixed it with silver moonlight. But they catch the light around the edges and simmer a reflection of soft jade and flecks of gold flakes. He is courage but sensitivity and clever wit yet intensity. He is strong but still weak. and smart but not smug. He is bright and when he kisses me every piece of my body, behind my knees, between my fingers, in my ears, and my mind and even my soul fill with light, light that I crave when I wake. And my stomach grows dense with tiny butterflies that explode with bursts of serenity. So I can’t shake it from my bones. For when my whole world can fit inside of my arms, I know nothing about everything except him and everything that he isn't. |