Tell me what life would be like to touch my lips to yours? What would love be like to touch a tear upon the hollow of your face? Tell me what joy would be like to press gently the roughness of your chin with my fingertips. I am shaking with cold and fear. Tell me.
Tell me what would serenity be like to step into your body’s warmth and have only a moment of space between us. I’m so cold, so very cold, what would warmth be like to feel the heat you keep close to your skin, neck, hands and the inside of your arms.
Tell me what would contentment be like to gaze into your glorious eyes with all the wonder I hold deep inside of me regarding you. I sense anger. Be angry. Weary is a word that always ends in a question. Tell me what would happiness be like to sleep next to you, just sleep.
What would familiarity be like hearing your voice read to me and what would purity be like with you in total darkness, away from preconceived ideas of what lovers should be? You see, I believe vision is a gift in not seeing what we really are in the sight of God, Who is Love. We see attraction; we see youth, middle age, old age, trust goes beyond sight.
But tell me what would surrender be like to close my eyes and trust that the picture I have of you is actually true