Walls

Just like granite, is the strength of the walls that I've erected to keep you, especially you, OUT. Knowing that if you penetrated even the first layer, you would be privy to my innermost workings. I continue to fight, block, kick and punch....whatever it takes to keep you as far away as possible. In response you do not saw, you do not plummet. You gently remind me of who we are, who we were and who we are destined to be.

Damn. Is that a layer falling? The noise of the crumbling surrounds me and completely distracts me from locking down my fortress twenty-fold. In fact the noise proves to be intoxicating. The necessary chaos to the superlative order in which I've so articulately created is slowly unfolding right before my eyes. I like it. I think I like it.

Before long we're entwined, connected like thorns to a rose bush. Now, I wear your scent. Now your touch motivates me and IS my reason.

I'm so embarrassed.  I am so confused. I thought that these feelings were long gone. A simple, or complex thing of the past. And with a few single acts every emotion, every tingle has returned with great force. Robustly plunging against the tides of my walls demanding that I remove my guard are the forces of this, this thing. I feel myself succumbing to the gravital pull and I am enjoying every uncertain moment of it. Every sweet kiss. Every gentle touch. Every layer crumbling beneath my feet like gravel. Every moment your eyes show your soul. Everyday I get closer to you.