It’s 2 am. I glance at you across the room; head against the wall. Staring.
I feel your breath brush past my hair, across my cheek and onto my lips,
I can see the readiness in your eyes, the smoothness of your lips and the beauty of your handsome jaw.
I want to immerse myself in your thoughts and drown my sorrows in your voice and contagious laughter.
But behind your beautiful thoughts and blissful words, I feel the yearning for something more.
Something greater.
And if I could, I would hold you.
And cover you with all the love and happiness I could conjure
Just to show you how truly amazing and deserving you are (of much more than I can provide)
I would kiss you like you’ve never been kissed; till out lips were numb and our hearts could take no more;
Like cars flying down a freeway on a cold winter’s night.
Then:
I’d take you in my arms and kiss you slowly;
Gently,
Sweetly.
With the least effort by our lips and the greatest contact of our souls.
I’m ecstatic but scared.
My heart can’t take it:
The brush of your eyelashes against my cheek;
The whisper of our lips moving in unison;
The thump of your heart, rising against mine.
Your hands meet my neck, slowly move down the curve of my back, reach around my waist, and finally settle to hold my hips;
Pulling me closer.
But it’s more than just physical.
More than emotional.
More than anything I’ve ever felt.
I wonder if you feel it too; if you understand.
And as if to diminish my doubt, you pull away and look into my eyes;
For a brief moment I’m distracted by your beauty but then I notice why you’ve stopped.
A single tear runs down your cheek and instantly I understand.
You do feel it.
You do realize what this means.
We’re in love.

Take me away to the smell of morning, a fresh brewed stretch as stitches in the shoulders slightly begin to tear,
Take me away to the taste of late night TV, where censorship stares darkly at the ***** daylight,

With this glass of Piraat, I cheers to the bubble- You've kept me trapped and captive-
-no ransom-

Take me away to my youthful fortress- king of the world- bunk beds budding dreams-
Cast me away to wrinkled newspapers, a tinted fade from pre-decade wood-
-I reminisce-

With this wincing wink, I say hello to my old pal,
Look how big you've grown, you are transparent in thought.
A quick juke in the right pathway sends me off to the races, no body in front of me but dusty footsteps,
This sequence seems separate from repetition but i'll find the looking glass,
-a letter to myself with simple calligraphy-
I'm lost- I'm discovered- I'm tied- I'm bound-

Oh fragile bubble,
Forever caged off the ground, I swing...