Nobody Ever Taught Me
July 25.
He doesn’t know how
To send warmth crawling up her spine
Merely by his words
Or to say he is there for her
In every way she needs him to be
He doesn’t know how to make her heart flutter with romantic gestures
Or to make her feel unfathomable pleasures, without touching her
He doesn’t know how to connect one moment of silence to the next, with fairy tale metaphors and Shakespearean poems
His love is raw
It is ice cold
But, somehow,
It keeps her warm
She can feel it
In the seconds when his guard is down
In the moments when he allows excitement shine through that controlled exterior
She can feel the softness that’s not so far beneath
Only if she could reach it
Only if he could open up long enough for her to touch his heart
And thaw it
He wants her to
She can see it in his eyes
He wants her to stretch far enough for him to know she always will
He wants her to establish her presence long enough for him to get used to it
He wants so desperately to be used to her
He wants her to show him how to warm another person
He wants her to show him how she puts those overused four letter words into actions, bringing their meaning out of the depths of clichés and irrelevant labels, into new life
He is not shallow
He is not insensitive
He wants to learn
And she knew this when he said
“It’s beautiful how warm you can be.
I don’t know how…
Nobody ever taught me”
