Unspoken Yearning
The thought of you, a storm brewing in my chest, a tempest of excitement, dread its undertow. Avoiding you, a practiced art, a choreography etched in my subconscious. Your presence, an earthquake tremor, heart a hummingbird trapped in my ribcage, palms slick with a sweat born of fear. My body, a traitor, whispering warnings of the danger lurking in your gaze. I flit from conversation to conversation, a moth drawn to the pale flicker of lesser lights, afraid to meet the blaze of your sun. I fear the inevitable pull, your beauty a gravitational force, a magnetic field that defies logic and reason. The thought of your eyes, a precipice, a drop into the unknown, a terrifying surrender. To be near you, a gamble I can't afford, a risk that could shatter everything I hold dear. Confession hangs, a poisoned apple, tempting, dangerous, a forbidden fruit. To tell you the truth, a seismic shift, an eruption of unspoken longing, a declaration of war against my own heart. But until then, I dance around you, a phantom in the shadows, a ghost of a love I cannot name. For now, silence is my shield, a fortress built on fear and unspoken yearning.
© matthewwwebster