December 19, 2009, 9:05 am
I have so often -
in my head -
deemed you beneath me.
(it is sad to say out loud)
Thinking too highly of myself
you have been too dull of wit
too unpolished a stone
a wild stag in the woods
too happy to run
unaware of the chase
in the forest of its youth.
Still, I cannot help but regard you
as excellent.
Because.
I have so often -
in my skin -
marvelled at your fingertips
as they remade my body
into a priceless objet d'art.
while also molding it into an Olympian,
championing hours of passion
with the stamina of gods.
(the heights to which you inspire)
The electric confluence of our lips
has neared transcendence
and several times surpassed.
I have always -
in my heart -
guarded my soul,
keeping the matter
under tight lock and key.
yet each time you look me in the eye
you gently unlock it and peer inside.
There you see where you have your place in me.
Tenderly you brush my cheek.
I, knowing it’s okay,
Leave that place unlocked for you and you alone.
--Celia Castro
