By: Simon Whittle
a dedication to my one
untitled
he danced in front of me
i didn’t want his skin to touch my skin
his air to brush my neck
i simply wanted his fingers to paint the world
the strike of his laughter to carry me safe
a glance
sculpt the language of love
in your glance
the harmony of silence
i give into the earth of your eyes
like craters, mysterious and infinite
i am yours
wage the language of grace
in your call
the tone like waves crashing into my heart
your mouth is all i see
the curve of your Cupid’s bow
after all, the emojis are molded after your smile
erase the perception of time
with your fingers
sweep the canvass of my skin
like a current hijacking all my senses
but you touch me all so harmlessly
and, i am bound to your charms
the vow
call me the thief of your heart
i never intended to be
but the promise kept like the eternal light for infinity
i vow to hold through thick and thin
your life and mine
bound by this ring
you found me
my trembling hands, as my trembling heart
you wooed me to take a leap, as you have leapt to embrace me
that first ray of genuine generosity
from that moment i couldn’t break free
i craved the abundancy of your warmth
like the sun giving me life
and you teased my woes away
a smile for an exchange of pain
you knew how to bandage my wounds
held my voice in esteem as if it was your honour
i never asked for you
to steal my soul
i don’t usually give in but i gave in to you
you unlocked the forgotten beauty in my heart
you tore my mountain of fear, grain by grain
and rebuilt it to the shape of our home
you found me
the i that once was frightened to be
the dance
the spin to the circle of our bands
the pledge recorded in one instant and kept forever
my ‘i do’ met with your beam of light
you consumed my promises
as i etched your composition into my heart
my breath, your breath
and we danced
unbroken
swim in the ocean of my mind
two stones hurdled clashing and defying
the patter of your musings drip to my smile
you took your hand and waved it hallo
embraced my arm to pull me closer
patched the damages with one firm hold
i have forgiven the world
because you seized my hand and made me unbroken
Bio: Simon Whittle

Simon Whittle lives with his husband in Canada.
If he’s not painting, then he’s writing stories. He runs a blog via WordPress with his best friend sharing happy, amusing, and sad anecdotes from their lives and lots and lots of poetry.
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