My deepest desire is to let go, get tipsy, and laugh with you.
Just us, you and I,
alone,
the world held back by
the walls we have raised through our dreams, in love.
In love
Nothing more, nothing
less,
just the intimacy which only
souls in eons of togetherness can make.
I want to hold you, hug you,
squeeze you and not let go;
till you push me away, breathless
and we laugh together at our
silly noses.
No thoughts to harbour, no
words to bind the unsaid whispers.
I want it to be never
ending, you and I, holding hands, knowing that the other is there.
That carefree laughter,
unafraid of life,
untainted by the foibles of
civilisation,
unrestrained by the
nameless-formless.
That would be the day I come
alive, and no one but you will know me, as I am.
I wait.
The art of patience isn't
waiting for the right moment, but knowing which isn't.
