**Sigh - Addicted to the Thought of Being In.....

 
Steady pounding rain fell upon Your
ocean beach as consistent as
our relationship, at our present time.

Walking, nevertheless, fingers interwoven
and tightly clasped, alternate intervals:
arm in arm.....armed.
Glassy-eyed, I gazed into the heavens
and Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh.....
what an enchanting evening to be in love
and the warm thoughts of us to
keep the cool at bay.
The sun begins its slow descent from view
kissing with open mouth the horizon
swallowing whole the oceans of my desires.

Have I told You what the sky means to me?
E'en when I had been a child, the heavens
searched for my spirit and I knew from long
ago, I was only meant to be here on this
complicated rock for a short time, as I
did not belong here. I often wonder if I
fell from the skies a long time ago.

Dark nimbus are people in pajamas preparing
for a quiet night like and fluffed cumulus
are cuddly people hugging one another.

Turning to face the shore as Your skin
presses into mine we continue to scan the
horizon but no sun is seen for that orb is
now drunk from our seas of lust and I suspect
now tries to sleep it off...

I have not felt this addicted
since the days and nights and dreams
of drugs and
I prefer this drug of her and I need no
second sight to know I may be only
addicted to the thoughts of being in.....

We are in a constant rest and understanding