6 Years
6 years
to know your lips
like second nature,
to break down the degrees of your smile,
perfect the direction of your kisses,
knowing when to go and where to throw over the anchor.
6 years
to lounge in the rapture of your eyes
but, can she read the composition
that whispers behind them
and between the lines that wrinkle your forehead,
knowing where they’ve been
and what they’ve seen
before you can move your mouth?
Has she learned to hold up a mirror
when those eyes are too beautiful to be aimless
and too much for a single word to relay?
They are most compelling
in a particular light that cannot be named and can only be caught
if you’re paying attention.
Does she watch for the moment they
they pause
and first open
to witness
how breathtaking you are
when you think no one is looking?
6 years
to study your heart
is not long enough
to digest such a complex organ
or speak it’s native tongue
but, does she take a passage a day
and is she still anxious to learn?
6 years
to know you like the back of her hand
and bottom of her soul,
in her arms
at the crack of dawn
and end of every night.
I can only imagine what it must be like,
to be happy, to be whole
but, i cannot imagine
what it’s like to be yours.
To wake up next to that
every morning…
it must be something
special.
6 years
i don’t know anything about,
yet
but, i’m dying to know her secret.
What keeps you in her corner and off the market?
I am strangled by frustration
like an adversary too strong to abate
and too nimble to touch
because i’m just
6 years too late,
but i want you
so much.
I’m damaged goods under a blow torch
trying to piece together broken glass.
i wasn’t even shopping around
but, i picked something up
and now i can’t put it back.
i want to drop it
but, i know that somehow i will be cut.
I’m playing with fire and i know that it’s wrong
but, it flares up in my face
and i’m captivated by the sapphire,
holding the flame by its neck
like some bewildered prey that cannot escape
its own trap.
I catch a glimpse of myself
but i cannot stop it.
You have become this recurring dream i can’t shake.
I open my eyes but, fall back into it
when i’m not even asleep.
I can see it happening
so quickly,
I know i’m in over my head
and i can’t even remember the last time
i saw my heels.
I can’t put my finger on how, why, when or where
but i can’t think straight
and i’ve been walking on air
for at least three weeks.
It’s no 6 years
but, still
i’m vying for your attention
and you’re not even looking.
I’m forcing your eyes in my direction
and you’ve just got this expression
like you’ve got no idea what i’m doing, but you are curious.
I know it’s just a shot in the dark
and now i’m knocking things over
trying to reach you
when i should just knock it off.
She’s had you
for a good 6 years
and i’ve got no right to interfere with that.
