To hear your voice makes me quiver just a little inside.
But even if we don’t speak if I’m just next to you
I may have a purpose here. If I could hold you close I would never want let go
But there is a problem. I don’t want let you in, I’m afraid that if I do my heart will come off the shelf on which it rests. You’ll be able to with a soft tender wisp of breath, blow away the dust. Holding it close, warming it and melting away the sharp, cold, and bitter ice that has enclosed it for so long. Pull out the dagger with the blood slowly sliding and caressing down the back and just with a soft kiss seal the wound. The snake grasping with its poisonous blades one slight glance of love or soft compassionate touch have it slink back to the dark, ghastly space from which it came. My heart will beat thump, thump in and out realizing its liveliness it has once again received. Putting it back in the hands of another is a risk I’m not sure I can take. I can hide behind jokes, slight arrogance and stubbornness to keep the world at an arms length. But next to you it doesn’t work my mask is transparent and the eyes of a child shine through. Just a word could change the way life is.
Just a word
