Time and again, my feelings let me know
You and I were meant to walk ...
I like paths that are crooked, difficult, filled with no work of human hands, no destiny but what my imagination crafts, demiurge-like ...
You love the paths that are serene, noble, filled with human experience and effort, the love of Nature's brute force, the joy of experience ... the new, the adventurous, the growing ...
How different we are, yet so drawn.
A sweet brief kiss was enough to remind me that I can easily fall into your gentle grasp ... that I can find no fault with you, ever ... that of all the words and deeds that block connection, nothing can possibly separate me from you.
The lovely curls and the brown daring eyes and the smirky smile that makes me shudder with delight at what I know (?) will never come ... the pretty hand on the cup of tea ... the giggle over something I didn't quite get ... wet streets at night, alone, thinking of you ... a cold bed where your form resides, embraced already, and never, yet the hope ... Shit in one hand and hope in the other and watch which one fills up fastest ... Yet I hope and replace nothing with a dream, at least a notion, an image, a drive in a car ... I brought you a little present, all I could afford, and you didn't kiss me ...
I don't mind. Just don't tell me that you don't feel something ... maybe not love, but a yearning ...
To hold you, just for a moment. Your breath, your sweetness, your Life ...
Everything about you ...
Just for a moment
