Dearest Figment,
Please, please, allow me
to invent you, let me weave
a dream of you, a composite
constructed of the idea of love
and desire. I need to expand you
beyond known borders, to map out
your imagined territories, which
your physical manifestation cannot contain.
Please, please, let me hide,
timid in the shadow of longing.
I will play a game of wanting.
I will rub up against the possibility
of we, and try not to trace
too closely the angle of your hips,
the curve of your spine, the open
and closing of your lips
spilling stories, as I remain hovering
at the edge of your perception.
Please, please, turn
your blue eyes, your green eyes,
your warm, warm brown eyes
in my direction and smile.
I promise to hide my blush,
to mask the my open face.
I promise to keep silent,
to fret, to wonder if I should,
perhaps, shift, if I should melt
in your direction and for once,
at last, speak.
Please, please, look
at me strangely, as though
you should know me, as though
I were something lost and now found,
a tiny undiscovered treasure
a bauble, a trinket. Approach me softly.
I am easily spooked. I may take flight,
I may flee. So, sneak up slowly,
and enfold me in your tangible embrace
press your smile into my neck,
and if you promise to say, please, please,
I will let you swallow me up,
I will let you devour me whole.
Written for the 30 Day Letter Challenge - Day 2: To your crush.
Also, I should mention that I am not thinking of anyone in particular here. Rather, I'm fascinated with the idea of crushes and how we tend to love the idea people rather than the actual person.
I wouldn't mind having a crush, though. I haven't had a real crush in a while, and it would be oh so sweet to experience that sense of longing again. (^_^)