the confession

the phone rings the urge to answer too much…i knew it was you. your voice on the phone sweet and inticing, i would give you the world if at all possible. and i forget, could it be possible could it be happening could it be made real? the ache within my heart twisted inside my bones and remembering the moment all too much made my heart race as you whispered sweet thoughts to my ear. you in the phone spoke to me, you were engrossed in me, you confessed a love you just couldn’t express….you reminded me of me. i could let you back in so simply let you hold the reins let myself just taste you the sweetest taste upon the lips…

as the night progressed i could tell so easily that you were intoxicated eventually to the point in which i could no longer understand you. but you rambled on about how hot i was and that we were hot together, you confessed how you loved the way i made you feel like everything, and i knew it was all i could do to take all of this in at once. as i asked one last time if you were drunk, the answer was yes and my heart ached a bit.

i loved you like no other and all you could ask me was why you said you felt "it" and you knew "it " was there but you could not love me as i was. or perhaps you could not love you for who you were. but "it" was there raging in my heart soaring above the world screaming out your name….love is

and now you don’t believe…..

i listened to you i revealed in your voice i let you get it all out and then we hung up the phone. i asked myself how could i let myself get sucked back in and was i even infact getting sucked in? was it something more of closure that i sought? i would love to let you pull me close touch my skin taste my lips and hold you as we slept in a warm embrace.

i know you loved me and i am sure you still do to some extent but the past lay tattered and torn and the boundary between us tames actions to thoughts of men though the urge lay with the woman soft and sweet beautiful and delicate wild and captivating all in one….why the phone call?

and why did i drive the distance to you with no second guess? you could cut the tension with a knife