I Hope You Feel It

I hope you feel it,

in the hush of fingers grazing your skin,

in the way my hand knows the curl of your silken hair.

As if it were a memory returning.

That silent language of love.

I hope you feel it,

in the strength of my embrace,

in the gravity of arms wrapped around you.

Not just to keep you near,

but to anchor us

when the world tilts sideways.

I hope there are moments you feel held,

so dearly, so tenderly,

it echoes all the way back

to your earliest breaths.

When you didn’t have to do or be anything

to feel loved.

I hope you feel it

in the breathless hunger of each kiss,

how fire can burn gentle,

how longing writes itself

into the corners of your lips.

I hope you feel it

in the softness of my pauses,

in patience worn smooth by time,

in respect unspoken,

but offered in silent acts,

delivered with a knowing smile.

I hope you feel it

when I help gather the scattered pieces,

kneel beside the wreckage,

and rebuild

not for praise,

but because love holds its own reasons.

I hope you feel it

in our wordless moments,

where silence curls between us,

as a cat in the sun.

Assured, serene.

I hope you feel it,

in the effortless freedom

that opens up before you.

The opportunity to be

totally, unashamedly yourself.

The mask we offer the world

slips from our hands

as a child dropping a toy

stilled by wonder

at what now lies before us.

I hope you feel it

in our wild laughter,

those shared eruptions of mischief,

where the world cracks open

just enough

to let the sweetness in.

May it settle deep in your bones.

May you wear it 

in your resplendent smile.

I know your ache

when distance stretches us thin.

I know the lift,

the buoyancy of our words

reaching you through wires.

Know this:

I choose you

again and again

to open the doors of my heart,

to pour in my light,

to scatter our dreams across the same sky.

In you, I glimpse

the beauty I forget in myself.

We, flawed and unguarded,

lay down our shields,

open our souls,

and become one.

So fleeting: 

two waves rising to meet 

destined to fall away, 

two shadows overlapping 

before the light comes to claim them, 

a rainbow that forgets 

its own colours.

Ephemeral,

yet it replenishes my heart

with all that is tender in this world

a balance of dark and light.

It quiets the seeking.

It speaks from the centre

where longing once lived.

Your head rests, tranquil, on my chest.

The world fades away.

For a heartbeat,

we are whole.

And that

that is enough.

BKK March 2025