Thursday 2 April 2015

The Moment If It Comes

Once I found you, I couldn't help but stare and the obstacle of your eyes made my hair stand on end;
Knee buckled blindness, you were far too out of reach;
I worried you were much too star like, maybe you'd already burnt out.
If I was nervous you couldn't tell as you removed my heart and examined its purpose,
You watched as it beat and you asked why it murmured so loudly;
I wondered if you were annoyed with the way it made your head pound as you lay there;
And I could feel you press harder as though you were making sure it would not escape.
I could never have known then that I would later hold your heart too and we would beat as one,
Like waves breaking down the edge of a rock ,
I never knew my heart could be so powerful, never knew together we could be so unstoppable.
You could have left me there catatonic begging for your breath,
Singing with my soul for your touch, the one I never knew I'd have,
But I would miss as though it had always been a part of me if it ever disappeared.
That moment if it comes would be the death of me.