Burnt Gold.

by Merari Guzman

You are half my soul; my body aches for you to complete me. 

 I am choking on the emotions stirring in my throat.

They come from deep within my heart;

 I’m scared you’re not the one.

This fear blossomed from the desire to do the Lord’s will, 

and has been watered down time and time again from the chastisement of others. 

But every time my eyes look upon your face,

That toothy smile so contagious,

And your awkward laugh that meshes with mine,

It sparks the flame in my heart again.

Please.

Tell me, 

Lie to me,

Tell me you feel me too.

Greet me,

Flatter me,

I don’t care what you say.

Just look in my dull brown eyes and let your words fall.

 The commitment to the Most High,

Which your imperfections behold with blossoming reverence,

Is so strong that no one or nothing at all will separate you from it.

I am so proud of you, so fond, and I love Him with a different kind of love. 

It’s above all else.

But my body knows it’s missing a piece.

My blood buzzes with excitement when I know you’re close by,

My heart recognizes your voice, your eyes made of burnt gold, your lanky but handsome being.

My fingertips tingle as I hold this pen, 

They’re frustrated,

For my dear, I feel like I can’t reach you.