The Word

I want the freedom

to look long, long in your eyes.....as long as you will let me.

languishing emotion, long enough to savor

I want to say the forbidden word.

Because it's true

In the moment, You are as beautiful and astonishing as the stars...and I think I would give you anything you asked.

For the giving would fulfill my deepest wish .

Does it have to promise the future?

A year? A month? Tomorrow?

If so, I will seal my cacoon.... And stay my tounge....I will feel it as a mute

I will refrain from voicing what might some day wound you. That is not my place.

Because the word,

promised,

may be the most dangerous word in any language.

But in those quiet times in your presence....hearing your voice, feeling your head resting on my heart....

the word....

Is truth

the world.

The syllable breath

It has its own life,

it follows it's own trail.

No one directs its path.

It has no master.

If I feel you rejoice in its place

And trust it's journey

You will honor it's place. The word will be free

Then I will say it. I will yell it,

A thousand times I will