What will happen

What will happen

How will it be

If nothing,

No matter what,

For good or ill,

Can make

The heart of you

Feel again.

What good

Would it be

To be numbed

To even a glance

Whether by chance,

Regardless of reason or

Malicious intent.

To never know elation

Or feel the lump

As it rises up

From the chest

To the back

Of the throat

Catching your breath,

Making speech difficult

Spreading a warm glow

A ripple of lightness

Lifting you up.

To be

Weightless, euphoric

When touched

By even the merest

Suggestion,

The briefest hint,

Of love.

To miss,

Even the smallest

Kindness

How tragic

To be denied

The subtle tingle

From the slightest

Brush of a finger tip.

Tantalising

Almost too much to bear

Without a sigh

Of contentment

A bubbling excitement

Escaping

As silently

As the softest kiss

When even the thought

Of love

Tender as the night

Before

Even the first whisper

Provoked

A flush of interest

A pleasure so

Close to pain

That when passion

Burns

It bursts with a scream,

A release, like steam.

Intense desire

The other side of

A two headed coin

That turns like a wheel

Of good fortune.

And yet when the hurt

Has lain so long

Upon you

When will you know

You can be free

Of its burden

Unless

You lay it on me.

I will say it again,

Never fear

The pain

That can come with loving

Me.

When you can

Lay it all down

And I will find a way

To take it away.

Every day.