Spilled Tea

Blue Dream

Blue glow from
the city lights in the night
creeping through the window.
The only thing that is
keeping you visible.
The hotel room slightly cold.
The white comforter
covering our bodies.
My stomach pressed to your side,
my arms clinging to you
as if letting go would have
the most terrible of consequences.
It's silent because
just being with you is enough.
Just your warmth is enough.
I wish there were words worthy
to be the description
of the things you make me feel.
I wish there were words worthy
to describe your beauty.
You're like a gift
from something higher.
Forgive me for
coming on so strong.
I have never been one
that is good with
the hiding of emotions.
You must be already quite aware.
I scold myself when I feel
as though I've said too much.
Doing so has always been
a part of my downfalls.
I think you're different, though.
I don't think the honesty
of my emotions will
push you away.
I don't feel as though
you're going anywhere,
and I think this is what
trust is actually
supposed to feel like.
Isn't there some way
to race into the future?
I wish I was not so impatient,
but feeling something so good
was a long time coming.
I want to feel your arms.
I also realize that going slowly
will continue making us stronger.
For now,
I will close my eyes at night
to see the blue glow of what is,
for now,
simply a dream.