a friend falls in love. "pieces of truth lay sparkling all around..." |
"How do you do it?" my friends ask. "Not let your eyes wander? Not let your heart flutter at a passerby?" "Well, there is no one," I say "No one who moves me in that way." As hope comes crashing in now, and pieces of truth lay sparkling all around, I must barter with God for two new eyes. I must ask myself (not you) who you are. My head will say (and rightly so) you are my closest companion. my heart will say (and rightly so) you are my favorite friend. But the electricity in my skin, the white hot heat in my chest, my breath, as it escapes me, all say something else entirely. Now I am aware that my body has always floated towards yours. Consciously, repeatedly, I've pulled myself away to sit in a chair across the room from you. And when seeing you but not having you has been too much for me, My body has revolted with the pains and wrenches of what old wives will say is the sickness of love. On this day as my mind reveals finally what my body has been telling me all these years, I must say as Blake would (body and soul aligned): You are the only one who has ever moved me. |