I’m seated next to you, looking at you almost feeling your lungs pour out your breathing as your heart pumps, in slow steady beats, life into your body…
I’m wishing I could be the wheels spinning the thoughts in your mind-just so I can envelop myself in your imagination…
(I wonder what you see when you look into my eyes)

I’m sited next to you watching you smile…watching you drink that glass of water, your fingers holding that glass…the feeling is familiar. Your lips do a beautiful thing when you lick them and that glass shares my honor; to have been held like that close to you, its body so very much like mine, held sweetly in captivity like I am as I fit into your arms…
(I wonder what you feel when you hold me like that)

I’m seated next to you, listening to the sound of your voice as it rises from your chest, streaming off your mouth…the sound of your laugh reminds me of chimes in the wind, its like the space between us blows it like the wind into the peaceful spot in my heart that you have now carved a niche.. I have no idea what to do about that now because I can only sit here and take you in….
(I wonder what if you wonder about me too)

I’m seated next to you, feeling your knees shake underneath us. I hear you sigh vaguely; do I remind you of someone? or are you in this moment completely with me? I am scared; terrified…you have done something I never expected. You scaled the height of my walls and here you are sitting in the compound of my soul, picking at the flowers of my emotion, seated on the grass of my desire…lying down and watching the full moon that rises of my longing to remain a part of your world…worried that I am walking on a path that has already been trodden, that I may come across a fork and that I will be lost here if you decide to leave.
All that I will have left is the petals that will fast be shriveling.
All that I will have left is the patch where you sat and lay-now empty and cold…
(I wonder if you know this)

I’m seated next to you and watching you be the gentleman…is this the man you truly are or a reflection of society’s expectation? You pull my chair, listen to my ramblings attentively…you notice the thrift in my aura, the shift in my breathing…its like you see my thoughts as if they were words plainly written down for you to read…or am I reaching too far? You opened this door and I peered into your soul’s home… you said I may check in and never leave. I hear a soundtrack in the background when I’m spending time with you…you have spirit in your movement when you walk. You have heart in the words that you speak and a fire ignites when your eyes find mine…

When you hold my hand, a sea of emotion breaks at my shores…waves of uncertainty…tides of hope…ripples of joy…. a distant horizon of wonder-this ship we sail on, how far shall it float?…there are storms that may disrupt this quiet conversation… these loudly silent moments…
I’m seated next to you. I wonder if you realise the meaning of depth when my hand melts into yours…
(Because I am afraid all these things might seep through my palm…for I still need my body, mind and soul to stay contained behind these walls)

Fingers entwined… I feel you as my hand folds into yours, and in the brief moments in between, I am an intruder in your world.