Love Unopened

To what do I owe this smallest pleasure?
Burning lust in such magnificent eyes.
My breath holds within my chest.
I stare, caught in his green eyed gaze.
Does he feel it too, I wonder?
The air is heavy and hot.
A knife if one was in hand could surely slice through unseen air.
Is this just me? Is the wanting mine alone?
No, I am not mistaken, his pulse it beats rapidly at his throat.
It matches the racing of my own.
Does my own desire reflect in my eyes?
Does he see my thoughts, as I see his?
Why doesn't he move?
Why can't I?
To be closer, so much closer!!
We both look away for only a moment,
drawn back to each other with such magnetic force.
We talk only to distract ourselves from what is vibrating
so visibly through the air.
We dare not move, so we sit so close to reach out and our hands would meet
but yet so far away it seems like a huge gap separates us.
Outside nothing is awkward, friends as we have been, inside we battle ourselves trying
to ignore what we know we want. We look away focus on anything but the other, but never for long, we can't stay away. Our eyes touch where are hands are unable.

For hours we sit, talking, laughing, joking. Time ticks, neither willing to call it to end, slowly night fades and morning presents itself. We drag our feet as I walk him to the door, we try and find reasons for him to stay...we can't put it off any longer. We embrace, and stiffen at each others touch. He rushes out the door. I hang back in the shadows and watch him slowly pull away. He watches my door as he leaves the curb. .

I lie in my bed and think of those moments, longing for them to return. Hating myself for not acting and letting him run away, hating myself more for running in the other direction. Oh how I miss his green eyes. His very presence would warm me, lift me some how. The right has gone from my life, leaving the very same day he exited my door for the last time. My heart longs for the kiss that never came, to be held close to his heart, wrapped in his arms. Will he return? He still runs, avoiding me at all costs least he should be consumed by the unknown forces that draw him to me, and give in to what I have already given into, and I wait, impatiently but I do wait. Hope burns inside me and my love for him grows. He will return I know, it is much to strong to fight. He cannot stay away...he has said it himself. It is something that he doesn't understand. Love is powerful, more powerful than any one human could ever understand. He will come, and when he does I will be ready with a heart so full of love and arms opened wide. So, for now, I will lay with my memories to keep me company, unguarded and consumed by love, trusting in God to walk beside him and lead him back without fear and ready to accept the gift that has been offered to us. This Love we left unopened.