Okay, I recieved too many e mails etc. not to respond, so here it goes...
please keep in mind that this is FICTION lol
As I lye next to him, I thought to myself that this was foolish.
He should simply state what was on both of our minds,
clear the air...
I subsequently did so, because being northern and all of its implications
meant that being friends
we are true in this endevour
always
I was never concerned with his judgements, or preconceptions
for as we are up at lands' end
our vests are surely full and guarded
though our speech pattern is open and brisk
I simply afford time to allow the tell to unfold
Laying that close
I could feel the pain residing in his chest
I felt terrible for his loss
yet there was nothing that I could do
to alleviate
except reveal the truth
He has a kind heart, though a bruised soul
he is adored
by many
I imagine that they never took the real time to get to know his truth
how sad I thought
as my legs entwined with his
My heart isn't in stow
it's far removed
I had to
because I'm an all or nothing proposition
hard to live with
I can see
Yet it is a worthwhile journey
to take
I can't bring you to that field
to run free
if you're removed from who you really are
I'm built from bricks of life experiences that most would've faultered
knowing
Yet build I did
it's who I am
but I left windows
tore down the walls
eventually
so there would be no glass
just open breezes flowing in...
You might ask
would I
if he asked it of me
the one who defined the boundries
I would grin
at the assumption that he could set me in a place where boundries held someone such as I
to answer the question however
it would take his all
and than some
Anything worthwhile brings you to the cliffs of reason
and test your resolve
I'm no easy win
I stand
I may even glance
but only would relinquish my will to the man who would truly be Declan
Everyone inquires
remarking that Declan is a massive ego, awful sort
he's not
he simply defies what most women would percieve as beautiful
I was given a photo
sometime ago
graphic in nature
I never saw what he wanted me to
I only noticed his arms
wondered if they were strong enough to hold
Had he asked he'd of known
He asked me why I never look directly into his eyes when we speak
because he'd see me
and I wasn't certain that I wouldn't place harm on him
certainly didn't desire to.
I simply don't give too much away
not so quickly
As he lye there
I felt the very same comfort
missing it now
wondering why I do.
I don't see what everyone else sees in him
I see his heart.
I'm hopeful that another will see him this way
so that he might find peace
As we lye there a photographer began taking pictures
I leaned into him swearing of course
rolling over
not wanting the moment captured
it resignated in our memory
and I believe that that is enough
He has the one word to stop me
should he desire
before I run again,
Malak
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
