Tractor humming happily
In the dim daylight
Seeping through heavy clouds.
The soil out here needs water,
Rains are welcome for now.
I kiss fresh coffee by the
Window, listening to the drizzle
And swallows whistling past.
Yes, she's on my mind.
I breathe in the humid scents of
Early country Summer,
Feeling soft arms reach around
Me from behind; her forehead
Against the back of my neck.
Something whispered.
*Soon. You'll see me soon.
Hear my voice. Soon. You'll
Meet me. Soon.*
I shrug off the fantasies and
Walk my cup back to the
Table.
I know who she is.
She has no idea I exist.
For now.
**** I love this juvenile
Feeling of infatuation with a
Stranger,
Stealing glanzes at her Facebook
Pictures, grinning to myself about
Acting like a stalker,
Not even feeling guilty;
I stand for my innocent intentions.
She'll never hear a word from
Me. No friend request or desperate
Attempts at contact.
She has a room in my Palace of
Imagination-
Where she sometimes comes out
To wander around and
Bless me with her presence.
So impossibly beautiful.
Supernova smile,
Elegant tattoos.
Eyes full of kindness, like two
Soothing suns. Night sky hair.
Real, yet invisible until I
Close my eyes and taste the skin
Of her temple as she leans her
Head against mine and points
Towards the horizon.
*Look how green everything has
Become...*
I know.
It's so breathtaking I even
Imagine sharing it with someone
I love.
Then she's gone again,
And I am alone with the rain and
The nestbound swallows. And the
Purring of a distant John Deere
Outside an open window where
We stood in love, as vividly
As within a really real dream.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
Tractor humming happily
In the dim daylight
Seeping through heavy clouds.
The soil out here needs water,
Rains are welcome for now.
I kiss fresh coffee by the
Window, listening to the drizzle
And swallows whistling past.
Yes, she's on my mind.
I breathe in the humid scents of
Early country Summer,
Feeling soft arms reach around
Me from behind; her forehead
Against the back of my neck.
Something whispered.
*Soon. You'll see me soon.
Hear my voice. Soon. You'll
Meet me. Soon.*
I shrug off the fantasies and
Walk my cup back to the
Table.
I know who she is.
She has no idea I exist.
For now.
**** I love this juvenile
Feeling of infatuation with a
Stranger,
Stealing glanzes at her Facebook
Pictures, grinning to myself about
Acting like a stalker,
Not even feeling guilty;
I stand for my innocent intentions.
She'll never hear a word from
Me. No friend request or desperate
Attempts at contact.
She has a room in my Palace of
Imagination-
Where she sometimes comes out
To wander around and
Bless me with her presence.
So impossibly beautiful.
Supernova smile,
Elegant tattoos.
Eyes full of kindness, like two
Soothing suns. Night sky hair.
Real, yet invisible until I
Close my eyes and taste the skin
Of her temple as she leans her
Head against mine and points
Towards the horizon.
*Look how green everything has
Become...*
I know.
It's so breathtaking I even
Imagine sharing it with someone
I love.
Then she's gone again,
And I am alone with the rain and
The nestbound swallows. And the
Purring of a distant John Deere
Outside an open window where
We stood in love, as vividly
As within a really real dream.
