Movement is what I was meant for.
Though at times I can remain perfectly still as an ageing timeless statue, and with too much commotion around me, I feel sick to the pit of my stomach, but I was always meant to move. I stay cooped up in my room at home, revelling in my isolation in my own lonely way, but I was meant to be out there, drinking in the bittersweet world around me.
I was meant for starry night-voyages and sun-gleamed caravan road trips; an escapade of endless change all around me and the world I was used to. I can’t be held down; tell me one thing and I’ll do another. Tell me to stay and I’ll be on my way. But tell me to move, and I’ll stay put. There can only be one of us who feels the need to stay.
I was meant to dance with you like no one’s watching, meant to caress every part of you because I can never get enough of your body that is in constant motion; every angle different from the last, every pose a flip in my stomach. Your face and hair constantly changes as well. Always growing, always different.
You and I were meant to be in motion together. Our bodies filled with desire to be closer and closer, till we no longer feel the need to feed on anything else, other than the tenderness tipped from each other’s lips into the other. We were meant to be like windswept leaves in the air, like a flame in a floating lantern off the shore, like dolphins circling each other in an endless void of water.
We were meant for the stirring of our souls and ever-changing passions. We are the ones who avoid the rotting stench of a body in a grave, one that can never go anywhere else ever again. We are always on the move, always on the go because how else are we supposed to keep our hearts beating?
Cover image by Pixabay. The copyright of ‘We Were Meant To Move’ belongs to Avery De Witt.