All The Way To The Edge Of Desire

We lie sideways

under the sheltering sheet.

I have wedged myself

against the back of you,

my arm wrapped around your side,

my hand

on your chest.

Your hand covers mine.

We talk in touches now.

We listen to each other's fingertips.

-david meuel

I'm not sure how it happened. How life, muted, unremarkable in hue suddenly became a kaleidoscope of  brilliant colors. Lost I had been in my self-imposed limbo having grown accustomed to feeling nothing but the jagged edge of  a broken heart.  Tired I had become of  reaching out to emptiness. So weary was I that even when at my feet were laid promises of dreams fulfilled did I not believe and instead guarded myself from behind the walls built around my heart.

Then, in the still of the night,  as I lay in my bed, listening to the distant toll of church bells,  feeling an emptiness not felt before, I realized that the battered warriors shield I had been holding in front of me, worn from the many lost battles against love, was holding me back from accepting happiness back into my life.  The time had come to put down my defenses. And so I did.  In an instant, darkness became light. Like a silent prayer at long last answered,  hope came and swept me up high above the clouds. The nostalgia I had felt in months passed had arrived once again  knocking loudly at my door, only this time, there is no sadness, there is only yearning and passion and desire for that beautiful life I have always wanted and for the man who has offered it all to me.