What You Want

Your soft voice rings like
A gentle bell through my ears
Slightly affected, yet in a good way

Your enthusiasm mixed with
A certain kind of uncertainty–
Was I doing something to you?
Did something grow?

And soon your presence, your
Corporeal, physical being
Settled themselves next to
My aspirations and desires
For closeness and intimacy.

But what I did to you was nothing,
Compared to what you did to me.

And all my desires laughed at me–
A young boy, a man, a fool,
Whose dreamy mind grew old and dark
Amidst the silence that now fell there.

Still I keep waiting for that day,
Knowing that this ability is the curse
that God had always planned for me.