Possibility's Tangible Manifestations

I want to play that night again

But without
The fears and hinderances
Of tables and teas
Creating space between us.

I want to delve straight into your eyes

And feel the wordless exchange

From the unbroken contact of your gaze
To let beats pass
In order to tell you
What it is I cannot articulate.

I want to sit on the carpeted floor with

Your breath like warm tea

And your embrace like blankets
Covering me against the cold
That swept so swiftly
In through under the door frame.

I want to laugh
Sometimes at movies or TV shows,
And other times,
Nervously
Through rosy cheeks
And unbounded emotion,
As I learn how real potential
Manifests itself in a heart.

I want to trust
Unrestricted,

I want to be assured
That I will never again
Be called

By an ex-lover’s name.

I want to see your face again

The way it was that night.

In the dark cold hours of the morning

The sky will grow light

And my body grows weak from lack of sleep

My eyes may be sullen, and tired, and spent

But I know you’ll still be looking back.

I’ve decided I don’t want to live that night again

But I want a myriad of new nights

Some with tables and some without

But always this indescribable magnetic pull

between us

In the vulnerable hours of the night
Which rarely lend themselves to rationality,
I have decided.

I want a life with you.