holycrosscomics

Our Lips Might Touch You are both so close, And at the same time, so far. What can be done so that the flow Of my emotions may not be barred. If I were not so committed to fear of loss, If I believed in a happily ever after for us, Our lips might touch, teeth all flossed, And the spear of my desire may not be thrust Into my soul, where every day it burns, Hoping that there may be a chance to yearn For something that is not so close, But still, not so far.

WHAT WOULD I SAY? What would I say? If only you knew That I have real feelings for you? That you make my soul feel light as a feather, Or I hear birds chirping in bleakest weather? What would you say, if you knew it was I, The one you make feel float to the sky? Would I dig through the center of Earth, to meet you on the other side? What if our atoms were fused for all of time? Would you so willingly bond with me? And hopefully see what I see? To be with you, it just feels right. I sometimes dream of what that night or day Would be once I answer the question: What would I say?