This letter I write with some trepidation,
but I hope our friendship thus far is enough motivation,
for I hope that I can convince you to talk,
to speak with me whilst we walk.
Our friendship thus far is filled with memories that I savour,
one can only wonder whether I return the favour?
May I share with you that I want to feel your touch,
filled with grace and warmth, or am I asking too much?
Would this be too much for you to bear,
or may I whisper my longings in your ear?
Is there a way how I can lean against your chest,
feeling whole, complete, and at rest?
I wonder about the softness of your lips,
are they as kind and gentle as a butterfly’s kiss?
Will you sit with me and share your existence,
unconditionally and entirely without resistance?
Would you be able to love me and my scars,
looking for beauty in the mountains, rivers, trees and stars?
With me by your side and within your reach,
eagerly waiting to hear what you can teach?
I want to know what your heart desires,
can you find a way to share what your soul requires?
So tell me, will you fold me in your arms,
when I smile at you with womanly charms?
When we next meet, will I be met with an embrace,
Or would I see a tenseness across your face?
I can only hope you feel the same,
your smile I crave for, can there be blame?
From now until then I dread the hour,
to think you hold my happiness, you have all the power.
To call you my friend is already an honour I deserve not,
but please, I implore you, be gentle whilst sharing my lot.
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