Inspired

He took a moment to himself, a thing we all often should take. He turned from me so that I could not see his eyes, he was no fool, those deep chocolate eyes were unable to speak falsely; you could learn anything you'd like to know just by looking into his eyes, like windows. He gazed across the vastness of the glassy pool, as if he were searching for the answer there. He stood without moving, but not without breathing, I could see his breath, for when he breathes it's more than breathing. He is pulling life into him and it fills up his entire beautiful body, and when the meeting of life and his body has taken place, they part ways for a moment, and the life escapes through those breathtaking pink lips, satisfied to have met with such an inspired soul. I watch him breathe while I take no true breaths of my own, only short gasps of desperation, anticipation, wonder. I am a ragdoll in my swing, succumbing to the sway of the breeze in my hair, on my skin...I long to touch and drink in his curly locks and soft skin. I shoot my gaze down in a moment of coy embarrassment at such a thought. My toes reach downward to kiss the damp sand below. The amazement of the relief I feel overwhelms me, how weightless I feel since flinging my cumbersome pack from my shoulders with three simple words I uttered to my best friend only moments ago, oh how the moments seem like hours to me. He raises his arms, parallel to the dusty shore, to embrace the sea life beyond where he stands. I bound from my seat and race towards my companion to embrace him in all of his flawlessness. He turns to smile at me with his porcelain teeth and his cherry cheeks, a prominent dimple on his left. The smiles disappears after the moment of the surprise hug, and he fixes his eyes directly on mine. I try to speak, but my mouth is like rust which can only be oiled by his succulent kiss. He senses my worry and lightly his fingertips dance across my hair. He speaks for me, the words I've been waiting to hear since the day I met him, "I love you, too."

He took a moment to himself
A thing we all often should take
He turned from me so that I could not see his eyes, he was no fool
Those deep chocolate eyes were unable to speak falsely
You could learn anything you'd like to know just by looking into his eyes, like windows

He gazed across the vastness of the glassy pool
As if he were searching for the answer there
He stood without moving, but not without breathing
I could see his breath
For when he breathes it's more than breathing

He is pulling life into him and it fills up his entire beautiful body
And when the meeting of life and his body has taken place
They part ways for a moment
And the life escapes through those breathtaking pink lips
Satisfied to have met with such an inspired soul

I watch him breathe while I take no true breaths of my own
Only short gasps of desperation, anticipation, wonder
I am a ragdoll in my swing
Succumbing to the sway of the breeze in my hair, on my skin
I long to touch and drink in his curly locks and soft skin

I shoot my gaze down in a moment of coy embarrassment at such a thought
My toes reach downward to kiss the damp sand below
The amazement of the relief I feel overwhelms me
How weightless I feel since flinging my cumbersome pack from my shoulders
With three simple words I uttered to my best friend only moments ago
Oh how the moments seem like hours to me

He raises his arms, parallel to the dusty shore
To embrace the sea life beyond where he stands
I bound from my seat and race towards my companion to embrace him
In all of his flawlessness
He turns to smile at me with his porcelain teeth and his cherry cheeks
A prominent dimple on his left

The smiles disappears after the moment of the surprise hug
And he fixes his eyes directly on mine
I try to speak, but my mouth is like rust
Which can only be oiled by his succulent kiss

He senses my worry
And lightly his fingertips dance across my hair
He speaks for me, the words I've been waiting to hear
Since the day I met him,
"I love you, too."