For Kuwait.

I forgot what this feels like.  

Heart racing.  
Dry mouth.  
Anxiety rippling through my veins.  
 
Every time,  
They disappear.  
Whether my beauty or intellect  
Is worthy.  
Rejection, abandonment remains.  
 
Whether my heart is gentle,  
Or enraged with injustice.  
Whether my eyes reflect the calm emerald seas,  or the flames of Napalm Skies;
They all leave us.  
 
 
But yet,  
Here you are.  
Your ocean eyes,  
That quiet smile.  
 
It makes my entire being quiver.  
 
That mysterious past,  
Those jaded, still eyes.  
Your silence entrances me.  
Your touch eradicates time.  
 
Adventures you quietly hint,  
My curiousity, reeled in.  
 
Yet I know deeply,  
Do not ripple the waters of hidden traps  
Do not cross the memories of a soldiers past.  
 
To trifle that calm, cool collected demeanor.  
To see rage or terror glint in your eyes.  
Do I truly want to discover,  
The history of Kuwait's Demise?  
 
Ofcourse, in time;
only to help bare your pain, so that healing and Joy will caress your mind.
Just as your caress gently heals mine.
 
So be crowned in honor and dignity.
Complex simplicity that entangles me.
 
Positioning me,  
Into vulnerability.  
Which is my honor to openly be.
 
For Every time you boldly stared at me,  
As I gazed into the sunset in nervous anxiety.

Every time you leaned in.  
Stroking my face.  
Like you're marking me as your secret place.
I loved it. I craved it. To be claimed as either a grace or target of a predator to chase.  
Red flag? I don't care. Whether an exit to pain, or the Hunter's share;  
 
I shall unravel you, discover you.
Come hell or high water.  
As your resting place, or your reason to hold the blooms of child-like wonder in a world with no vase.