poetry

Trembling

Longing to touch you, I hear your voice
But you sound so distant, so far out of
My reach, at night, I find myself
Awakened by my grasping for you, as
Though my hands could bridge the miles between
Us and wrap themselves softly in your hair
Or whisper caressingly across the beautiful
Skin of your cheek, I touch your brow,
Running, or lazily, lingeringly moving
My gentle fingers downwards and your
Eyes flutter closed and so my fingers
Travel onwards, unable to see the light
Shining back from your eyes, unable to
Truly see as they see, or as my own eyes see
The love glistening in tears there, hidden
Behind your eyelids, behind those tender
Walls or rather shades and shutters to the
Windows to that deeper part of you that
No word better describes than “soul”

My fingers move on, trailing softly down
The side of your nose, and brushing against
Your cheeks once more, until they pause
And trace over your gently, delicately parted
Lips, the air, whether from your breathing
Or from the sigh which did part your lips,
I cannot tell which, blows softly, tenderly
Across them, causing me to tremble, shiver
For the first time outwardly expressing the
Trembling I feel inside whenever I touch
You, whenever you are near, I am shaken
Down to the core, unable to think, or
If I could hold a thought other than
The overwhelming surges of love that wash
Over me whenever a thought of you plays
Itself like a beautiful dream within my mind,
Though I always tremble, for thoughts of
You never leave my mind, you are there
Through ever moment, even could I
Think otherwise, I could not speak it, I
Am too overwhelmed, and I do not want
You to hear the trembling in my voice

My hand moves, again lingering, but still
With urgency as my lips descend to meet
Yours and this is when I awaken, as our
Lips would part to deepen and empassion my
Gentle, trembling kiss, I am instead left with
Only mine, parted by a cry of anguish and
Tears stream down my own face, because my
Hands are touching nothing, and my lips are
Not meeting yours and I am reaching
Helplessly, blindly, to bridge the miles in between
Us… and I lay trembling, longing to
Touch you once again, if only, even if only
In my dreams