The Intimacy of Unknowing
I do not know the sound of your voice,
nor the shape of your silhouette
in my bedroom window at dawn.
I do not know the feel of your skin
nor your warmth as your heart beats
when we lie next to one other.
I do not know the thoughts
that you hold with discretion,
nor the ones that you long to reveal.
You have yet to come to me,
cloaked in the secrecy of night,
to surrender to love's delectations.
And yet I hear your voice in the utterances
released by every lover of life
who have availed themselves to all pleasure and pain.
I feel you touching me when, at the end of the day,
I release all of pretenses and my soul,
naked and bare, abdicates its rule to all that is.
Your thoughts become mine when I reach the limit of my knowing,
and before the marvels of this world,
I give my consent to unknowing, and sit in wonder.
It is there that I find that you are already with me,
in the part of me where I am not...
closer to me than I am to myself.
About the Creator
Teddy MacQuarrie
A recent transplant to Seattle from Texas, Teddy is a longtime writer and poet whose interests span film, food, philosophy, and the things that make us go "huh?"
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