We have the flint and tinder, glinting

in our eyes, waiting to ignite our bodies

filling our moments with sparks and sometimes,

flames, when I see that look in your eyes,

across the room, that makes me feel

connected, to you by some intangible silken thread.



The canvas is ready, the paint is prepared;

we can create more than just a conversation,

a fleeting glance, in passing-by.



We could paint the stars expanding

across our vision in the midnight sky

as we wait and watch and think and hope

that someday, perhaps I could just hold your hand,

and make you understand,

that I’m the man who loves you.