By: Simon Whittle 

 a dedication to my one

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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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