I am consumed with thoughts of being in your arms, the smell of you, what your lips feel like against mine, what your skin taste like. How your body feels next to mine. What being swept up in your world would be like. How you keep me engaged in your perplexed mind. I imagine nights spent laying in your arms talking for hours about our hopes, fears and joys of life.
I wonder if you ever think of me the same. I can't tell with you. The distance between us is like a long winding country road dust swirling around then falling back in place. These feelings are scary not knowing, not wanting to feel anything for fear of rejection. For fear of maybe just maybe he feels the same. I am consumed with you, with everything about you, the intimate part of you, all the beautiful things about you, your scars and with this lingering emotion which no words can encompass. I am consumed with something I may never have, except for only in my thoughts of you.
©Robin. J