Charity Janisse

Presumptuous
(Of me)
A word like love ~
Will not easily be
Released
From my lips~
No a word like this
It will not slip
From my tongue
So carelessly
As I am
(And have always been)
Careful with the weight of words like these ~
And in this case I am aware
A word like love
Would be much to much
Presumptuous of me…
~But could there be
Any other word for this?
In the empty space
Between thoughts, and plans
Breath and chance
Could there be
(Without the mention of love)
Another description of
The way I want for you
(More than I have wanted
Any other… Ever)
No – there has been
Just you
Since the day we first met.
…and yet
I know
A word like love
Would be much to much
Presumptuous of
Me…
I could not let it fall from my lips
So carelessly …
But as I never could contain
Truth of emotion
When it is plain
That truth must me told –
I’ll let it slip
And there it is
(on trembling
… and timid lips)
I Love
And love
And Love

And Love.
-Just
You.

Charity