Heart Held By Her

What’s up y’all? I’m not sure if you’ve ever started a project, gotten halfway through it and realized crap I don’t have all the supplies I’d need. It’s like that sometimes with poetry. Like that sometimes with life too I suppose; guess that’s why I enjoy writing as much as I do. It’s all experiences, that in mind I wanted to share a poem I finished the other night.

No matter how old you get asking someone out is pretty much always nerve-wracking. One of the most terrifying and beautiful things we can do is let ourselves be vulnerable with another we care for. I figured this poem has the potential to resonate with pretty much everyone.

It also has a line which illustrates the fact that none of us should just let ourselves be consumed either with the idea of a relationship or being in a relationship.

In any case I present Heart Held By Her. Enjoy 🙂

My heart was held by her tonight. The simple act of asking to take her to dinner? Unravels me. A maelstrom of intensely honest feelings, swirling through my heart. Echoing; within the cathedral of my soul. The suspense, a hand wrapping around my throat.

Erotic uncertainty at what her response would be. Hoping for “yes” while soft, rhythmic music plays. Packing boxes to move back home, knowing whatever her answer is I’ll be alright.

Notification sound dings; a mix of hope and fear burning through my mind. One breath in, another out as I opened her message. “That sounds wonderful.” Heat blooming within my chest at her answer. My heart was held by her tonight; thank you Lord for giving her gentle hands to hold it.