Shhh...
Too Soon
Quiet
Or he might hear you
I feel the words
Ping off my rib cage
Pulse in my ears
Ache in my cheeks.
The tip of my tongue
Rubs against my teeth
As it forms the words
That are too soon to be
Exposed
I...
No. Stop.
The timer hasn't dinged.
Only one side is warmed.
He is not ready.
Eyelashes flutter
Closing the open book
From being read.
Love...
Stop! Do not push.
But the rhythm echoes
and repeats
Like a heartbeat
I feel
In my temples and toes.
You.
There.
You've gone and done it.
Said it.
Spoiled the milk.
And yet...
Why should you regret
A generous truth
Love is a gift
A one way street
To be given without solicitation.
Expectation.
It should bear no fear
Though you bare the fruit.
Love freely,
Altruistically.
And be satisfied in the flow
Of pure Emotion.
Love
Should not be traded
Or elicit response.
It should be handed over
With open palm and heart.
So take my heart
Which is already yours
May it thaw your fingers
When you are cold
Keep you company
When you feel alone
Strengthen your resolve
When you stumble
And light your way back
To your home within me.
