Then I Caught Myself…

TiffanySeptember 26, 2015October 26, 2015love, poetry & prosedesire, seeking love

I thought I was over this.
I though I was through.

Yet, I caught myself,
still looking for you.

You walk into the room.
I imagine running my fingers through your thick hair.
Then you turn your back and leave.

You walk into the room, Take #2.
I imagine what it feels like to rub your balding crown.
Then you turn your back and leave.

You walk into the room, Take #3.
I imagine softly tracing the outlines of your ink lines.
Then you turn your back and leave.

It is now that I realize that it’s not the look of you that I’m looking for, it’s the sensations that I seek…

You walk into the room, Take #4.
I imagine where your eyes sparkle just before our lips meet for the first time.
Then you turn your back and leave.

You walk into the room, Take #5.
I imagine the ways and places where your body touches mine.
Then you turn your back and leave.

You walk into the room, Take #6.
I imagine the sound of your voice whispering in my upturned ear.Then you turn your back and leave.
Then you turn your back and leave.

It is now that I realize that it’s not the senses of you that I’m looking for, it’s the feelings that I seek…

You walk into the room, Take #7.
I imagine what it feels like when you walk with me, at my side.
Then you turn with me and we leave, together.

Namaste

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Published by Tiffany

Writing out my thoughts has helped me to gain a new perspective of myself. In sharing these writings, it is my hope to help others to better understand themselves. It is my belief that with each of us who chooses this path of greater understanding of thy self, that it inspires others to do the same. This building momentum is the force that drives me to share, for in my vulnerability, I find my strength. I believe that you can also find yours there. ~~~In reading some of my posts, you will see that growth is not always pretty. It is in breaking apart and coming undone that a seed sprouts and breaks free of its own captivity. It is also out of mud that the lotus blossoms. ~~~Please join me in seeing the beauty of growth within the deconstruction of our limiting beliefs. ~~T.C. View more posts