the labor day masterpiece

I close my eyes.

I see you smile.
I see the way you first looked at me.
From a distance.
Not too far, not too near.
Just a perfect distance.
That I can reach your aura.
An aura of youth
Of vibrance
Of hunger for life.
You surprise me.
I think my lack of this zest
Brings me closer to how you are.
And how you want to be.
I am drawn to you.

I open my eyes.

I admit it does scare me.
That your pace might leave me stranded.
In a place where I just look at you.
From a distance.
This I fear.
Most of all.
That you leave me.
As you answer the call of the wild.
As you accept the challenges of life.
As you bask in the spotlight.
Should we work around it?
Do we work through it?
Can we make it?
It's up to me.
It's up to you.
It's up to us.
Supposedly, an us has to be in order of things.

I close my eyes.

I'm thinking ahead.
Yet you choose to play it by ear.
Even that, i fear.
Of us not being in the same page.
You're already at the momentum of life.
I'm browsing thru the table of contents.
Does it really matter to you?
It has begun to matter to me.
It's in my eyes.
It's in my smile.
It's in my touch.
Especially in my touch.
Can you feel it?
Or does it stop at the epidermis?
It transcends all of me.
From the future that I know not.
To the past that holds no return.
It is you in the present.
A present I am wittingly accepting
To be anything but natural.
Your presence has blown me away.
Into proportions that I never knew existed.
I can't stop thinking about you.
And how I know I can make you happy.
Or just how we breathe the same oxygen
Pulls me into coma.
A coma of you and your lips.
A perfect combination of what is unexplainable.
Unrealistic.
A simple truth of how once it was all easy.
Now you've given me a choice.
That still you realize you've handed to me
Quite unknowingly
Yet it seems to me you know how to play deadly games on people.

I open my eyes.

Do you know this is for you?

In simple words,
You're a masterpiece.
I cannot ever ever afford.

Give yourself to me then.

I close my eyes.