Unrequited.

Take me through plains of overgrown thickets and consume me in the center of nowhere,

Saturate me with no passion.

Cycle me down treelined paths in the dim light of dusk and call to me in the dawn sounding alarm bells in my mind with your silence,

I hear you.

I search for you everywhere but nowhere, you’re the face of strangers, Your eyes look mockingly,

Only you can see.

In the cusp of empty space, my aching heart, daily breaking over silent giggles.

Make your move and I’ll make mine, I see what you’re doing, yet have no clue, I lose even when I win.

Caress me with your voice, I listen, breathless, unable to speak.

I’ll take what you can’t give and give you all of me,

I am yours, forever and never.

Published by Margo Huss

Margo Huss is a loving Christian mother of 7 and wife of a Muslim Christian convert. She enjoys musing on hot political and philosophical issues from on the ground and through life in Christ. A recovering Gen X-er, she offers a refreshingly honest, if not muesli-brained and opinionated view on current cultural issues. Contrary to what some might believe, she is open to new ideas and is a life-long learner. Typically female, she transcends factual information and thinks she is always right. She may occasionally agree with you, though you will never know. You are wrong even when you are right. You may find her mainstream takes luke warm, but her faith runs deep and hot. You can block her, abuse her, or simply enjoy interacting with her, but you cannot shut her up.

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