“Call me by your name and I’ll call you by mine”
He whispered those few words as we sat hidden beneath the tall cattails, I lay my head on your chest and wait for the humming of the breeze to settle, to float me away from what we both knew was nearing, but neither of us has any courage of saying a word. Isn’t it scary to think that this could be the last time I could stroke your hair, the last time I could get lost in your eyes, in your soul, the last time that I could honestly forget that seconds and minutes were carrying us along the tides. He said let’s find the seasons drive in through our window; let the dusted light settle and slowly crawl over my body and yours. We lie over wrinkled sheets, your fingers lightly running down mine, the curves of my legs have never felt so much as one when it was intertwined with yours. You follow the lines that track down from my face and towards my spine and I am so jealous, still, of what we could’ve had. What happens when you find your other half at the wrong time? When both beings are forbidden to become one. I called my name to you, repeatedly whispering and waiting for either of us to leave, little did I know, our souls were already oceans apart.
From my poetry blog I wrote
