Declared the red digital clock, forcefully.
My left hand tingled
In the place where your right belongs.

My body felt as half-baked dough
In an oven of linen:
My feet and ankles embraced by old wool socks,
Slate grey and olive green,
Bare arms and shoulders,
A black chemise is all the rest.

My dreams are full of you,
With your long-limbed frame
And Gaia's mossy eyes,
Your gentle voice and
The sweetness of your fleeting touch.

Lying here,
Now nothing more than a fragment of terrycloth
Faded from red to pink

You are something much more.
You know the essence of athleticism,
Of strength, stamina, courage.

You relish every drop of perspiration,
Rhythmic breath of runners is sweet music,
And now you have been cast aside,
Reposing gently on the side table,
Alone but for the stopwatch.

Is clean, and laden with the smells of Autumn
So invigorating and more apt to inspire amorous emotion
Than those of spring.

Crisp coldness calls to mind
Time spent as children
Piling the leaves and leaping into them-
Such fun, until a slug is discovered in her shoe:
"eeeeee!"
His reaction: gleeful chortling

Walking into the dark to meet you,
I feel no apprehension
Because I know my heart to be full of holes
Into which (or out) may walk anyone who may so desire,
And this feeling of openness is not frightening but refreshing.

My devotion to you overflows from its small container
And fills my body: such delightful pain!

Time has worn my body down
To less than it was before,
But it has done the same for my mind,
And I am wiser than you will ever be.

I have seen all you have done
And I know the consequences.

Youth breeds idleness and stupidity;
With great age like mine comes not defeat but victory.

You cast me aside as a wrinkled old nothing
But I know you are hollow at your core,
While I am stone-solid.

Here
In the spaces between the trees
Bands of light squeeze through and
Illuminate your mossy eyes,
Making them shine like diamonds.

Walk with me.
If we don't find our way back
To where we started,
We'll discover somewhere new.

Share with me a conversation
So much like our physical journey:
Exciting, refreshing,
Exploratory,
Slightly perilous.

Then, at last,
Share with me
An embrace warm and true
Of the kind that warm to the core,
That draw contented sighs,
Gentle smiles.

I have for you such quiet adoration,
Silent longing that would bleed me dry if I let it.
But I do not;
Instead I make it fortify my soul.

See me as the Sweet Thing I want to be to you.

Hold me close so I can hear your heart;
Comfort me.

Let my supernova eyes glide over your form,
and your earthy ones survey mine.

Kiss me like you mean it.

Walking through the parking lot,
I feel my hair starting to curl

And it's like when I feel my core
Heat and warm my all,
Making my cheeks tingle and redden

When I think about you:
How I wish you'd slip your arms around my waist,
Your hands pressing on the small of my back,
Pulling me in close enough to feel your breath on my neck
Refreshing me and rejuvenating my soul
Like a breeze in a room full of stagnant air,

Pull back just an inch,
Look into my face and my soul,
Close your mossy eyes,
and kiss me.

The raindrops are small,
cold,
piercing like shrapnel-

I am caught in the crossfire of the war in my mind.