To understand and be understood,
To be touched and feel it returned,
To no longer ask ‘what if, does he, do you?’
The tenderness of your lips,
The gentle curve of your lower back,
The suppleness of your legs.
In the silence of the night,
In the darkest moment before the dawn,
In the moment when all others are together
And though I am not lonely- I am alone.
In the simple and basic utterance of your name-
And all the distance that divides us-
And all the reasons that prevent us.
When all else sleeps
Except my mind and the thought of you,
In all that I am afraid of,
For all that scares me,
With all that I believe in-
I still long to see you,
I still long to touch you
And I will forever long to love you.
To the end of my day,
Like no more,
With no other,
Without looking behind
Or ahead or to the side-
Just in your eyes.
To be blind of all else but you.
To find the courage to be brave
And meet you,
To find the strength to gather the words
And beseech you.
To have the heart to carry on- either way.
That to attempt
And then to lose
Is so much better
Than to only wish
And never try.
To look life in the face
And confess to have loved
Is to have truly taken part
In the game.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly