In the dim light of the gym,
He speaks to me.
Soft-spoken and always patient,
Although he shouldn’t be.
I am always testing his patience,
Questioning everything he says to me.
When he looks at me,
It’s as if he can see into my soul.
We’re connected, he and I.
And yet, behind those brown eyes
Lurks a deep sadness.
A deep void which I cannot touch,
However hard I try.
I long to kiss him again;
To feel the softness of those rosy lips,
To feel his control waver.
He speaks to me,
And yet I hear nothing
But the litany of my thoughts.
–April 4, 2013 @ 10:44 pm
dedicated to Dimitri (a character from Vampire Academy)