When We Listen

I am a survivor of things no one wants to talk about.   I am a statistic of too many numbers to count. I am a fighter. I am a believer that all things are possible. I have hurt deeper than I thought possible. I have looked up at the world,  I have stood next to the sun, and I have cried tears like rain. I have hidden from life.  I have asked "why" more times than I care to admit. I have spoken my truths and fought for my beliefs.  I have lost, but in losing, I have won. I am human.  I am imperfect  I am as weak as I am strong. I am no longer silent. I am no longer hiding. I am looking for what everyone is looking for...to be seen!  

It's those eyes No, the lips Wait, it's the way he holds my hips Yes, those hands Awe that smile The way we snuggle for awhile. Yummy, his kiss Again with the lips? They hold his thoughts, his feelings, his smile That smile does distract me for quite awhile. His chest, his skin, I wanna crawl within. Was that a bit much? God, how I love his touch. His arms so strong They hold me tight I could stay there all day and night There are other things I could say But, I don't want to scare you away. Just know this... It's his eyes, his lips and the way he holds my hips It's his heart, his smile, the way he holds me for awhile It's the man, I know, who has captured my heart by the way he smiles at my soul. Again with the lips I know, but if you knew what I know... It's that smile!! ;)

She hears the music playing The melody is so loud. She wonders where it's coming from~ it must be near. Her heart is racing. Her thoughts are chasing, the memory of a man, she once saw here. Would he dance with her? She remembered feeling how wonderful it would be, to be wrapped within his arms. His eyes smiled, but she doubted. For why would a man such as him choose her? She froze in the place. He was near. She tried to utter words.  He's passed her with out a glance. She had stumbled at her chance. Now here she is within these walls. It's been years...all was thought lost. But here again is her and him. There he is standing with a grin. Will she fail to catch his eye? Will she again leave wondering "why?" He's once again within her space. Her heart thunders. Her hands shake. Her voice barely a whisper She looks into his eyes and exhales, "Will you dance with me?"