There are those times Moments When words have been exhausted There's an unspoken need That languishes between lovers Bursting at the seams with want Yet sitting on one's hands quietly It's then I write you Uncertainty waiting to hear back Then what feels like a lifetime You respond Only a few words Enough though to help me believe It's all for something Intimacy Beautiful silence An allowance to be
Cutting up fruit for my oatmeal Same process Everyday Wash fruit Berries and apples † Add ground flaxseed † Pumpkin seeds † Add water and almond milk Cook † This morning I thought of you I want to tell you.. I Love You It has nothing to do with sex Tits or ass It's you Your soul You matter † I'm eating † I'm writing I'm telling you I love you Want you to know † Now you do You knew before Can't tell some enough
I caught myself rubbing the edge of the screen Just a slight nudging with my thumb as if you'd move, or blink. As if I could slide your hair away from your eyes So I could have a closer look at you through this one way mirror that you offer me.
Does your breath pause, at the sight of me, like mine does at the sight of you? While your eyes are locked open and mine flutter, like a moth wanting to be on your end of the light. It's no brighter, or darker, It's yours, and that makes...