Tell you

I am going to tell you.

I am going to tell you how I feel.

I am going to talk to you through the night. In my arms, on our beach, as you lay with me in our hammock just out of reach of the waves, I will let go of whatever it is inside me that has kept me from telling you all these years. There, under the moon and the stars, I am going to tell you how I feel.

I am going to brush your dark hair back from your face and trace your lips with my fingers. I will lean forward to kiss your lips and down your neck, as I have done so many a time. Your hands in mine, I will hold you close to calm your trembling heart. There, in the light of your smile, I am going to tell you how I feel.

I am going to take you back in time to our first dance floor. Surrounded by the warmth of the torches, among the crowds we will dance again, alone alongside the silent strangers. Your warmth against mine, your body moves in response to mine. There, to the rhythm of my beating heart, I am going tell you how I feel.

I am going to tell you how I feel.

I am going to tell you.