I tried to put down the feelings that the Harm/Mac relationship bring to my heart, especially now in season 10, and I hope it proves enjoyable to others. Feedback is welcomed but not expected. Thanks so much for reading.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harm and Mac, or JAG. This is intended for entertainment only.
The Silent Me Inside
I
when each touch cries your name
and my heart plays this game,
i hear the silent me inside.
when my breath leaves my lips,
it gets lost between you and me
and black and white
and love and hate.
kiss me now,
feel me break.
i turn slowly,
deftly floating
between indifference and desire, feeling,
finding what I want and
needing what I feel and
knowing no difference.
harnessing wisdom, would I care?
tell me.
tell me you know
you are more than a figment
and greater than anything
i could speak.
if I could speak.
it remains insufficient.
you are not enough.
i am not enough.
there is nothing here without you, yet
i overflow.
II
sitting, absorbing the cold
and trying to embrace it
as you once told me.
thoughts fly through my mind so fast,
like your heart from it's hiding place.
to not recall your smell,
but it lingers.
to not taste your words,
but they feed me.
to not breathe within your breath,
but I do.
we fight it but still feel everything.
against these forces i fight, and i wrestle
with the feel of you all about me
which obscures all the rest.
like walking blind and seeing everything,
i know you feel what i speak.
so many questions you have already answered
when you did not know you spoke.
my body asks if you love me,
your eyes scream and whisper yes.
III
hot is your breath, sweet on my skin.
soft and strong is your hand, holding mine.
you know this and lie
and the heat you hide is borne of me.
so gently i have held you near
to all that is in me,
all that is me.
you have never been a stranger and
you are my second nature.
i think you will go on running,
away from me it seems, and hiding,
fooling yourself and
seeking refuge.
it is my heart you will find
and that is frightening.
it is better to conquer than
be conquered,
to need something than someone.
IV
we plucked desire from it's hiding place,
and the colors of love spilled over us.
they are painted on my heart like
the thousand kisses you placed
on my lips in my sleep,
and they will not wash away.
the music that plays
is the feel of your voice,
the smell of your skin brushing mine.
the most beautiful sound I have ever felt...
you with me.
you know.
i keep waiting for the moment
when what is supposed to make sense is
the right thing
because i still feel my feet
and you still make me dance
and i keep telling myself
this is all that matters.
it's 3am and i'm wide awake,
i cannot sleep for fear of dreaming.
i am freezing
though i feel my heart beating.
listen and you will hear it
speak, because the only me
is the me who waits here
with a love i long to give.