OVER MY HEAD

 

 Over My Head

Foolishly lanky, I wade into depths unknown,

The water’s embrace—a chilling, thrilling own.

My head just above, gasping for air,

Yet drawn to the deep, despite the scare.

Currents swirl, cold fingers on my skin,

A pull beneath where shadows begin.  

Anticipation beats, a relentless drum line,

Each thump a note in our hearts’ intertwined rhyme.

The rhythm of longing, of hope, of desire,

A symphony played on passion’s lyre.

Snare taps echo through restless nights,

Bass pounds heavy, a lover’s fight.  

Time slips through fingers like grains of sand,

Obligations bind with an iron hand.

Vocations call, a siren’s song,

Life’s explorations, where we belong.

Each a chain, a weight, a tether,

Constricting our moments together.

Clocks tick louder than they should,

Duty carves its mark in wood.  

Yet I’m fairly decent at this long game,

Patience my ally, in love’s name.

Building foundations, strong and true,

For this connection between me and you.

In the dance of neurotransmitters, cells entwined,

Our bond strengthens, one of a kind.

Electric sparks flare beneath my skin,

A quiet fire where we begin.  

I try to shun expectations’ snare,

For they lead to disappointment’s lair.

Each hope a gamble, each dream a test,

Yet my heart lays bare, unguarded, undressed.

I dodge the traps of what might be,

Still, your pull dismantles me.  

Captivated, I cannot stray

From this longitude where we lay.

Two souls aligned, in sync, in time,

In this space, both yours and mine.

A meridian drawn through starlit skies,

Anchored here, where truth resides.  

Transparency scares me to the bone,

Words, tone, whispers—my cover blown.

Strawberry secrets, shared in delight,

Yet fear whispers in the dead of night.

What if you see through every line,

The fragile threads of this design?  

This meeting of minds, a crash, a collision,

Worlds merging in passionate revision.

Your beauty, complex, beyond simple grasp,

In ways that make my heart unclasp.

Each layer a mystery, each facet a gem,

A tapestry rich, with no loose hem.

Fractured light through prism’s play,

A depth that steals my breath away.  

Knowing you are beautiful in ways profound,

In this connection, where love is found.

Not just in glances or fleeting touch,

But in silences that say too much.

A beauty woven through time’s slow art,

Etched forever in my trembling heart.