In the night
I could love you.
I could send sweet words to you
on the stars
that darkness pulled from my heart.
Words that I didn't know were on my lips
until you were on my mind.
In the night,
dreams bring me longing,
brief moments without reality
taunting me with what I know
I will not have.
Not during the day.
When the sun is shining
I am yours
whenever you need me.
But in the night,
you are unknowingly loved,
unknowingly mine.
I, myself, did not even know
until darkness fell.
Until it was night.
When I knew I was unconsciously
loving you.

he doesn't know it
but when i lay in his bed
my mind is stringing together
adjectives and airy phrases,
trying unsuccessfully to
pin down the emotions
he breathes into me.

he doesn't know it
but when i kiss his skin,
i imagine my lips
peppering his chest
neck and arms with
ink stains that morph
into words like "lover"
and "darling".

he doesn't know it
but the smile he shares
with me under the covers
is pressed firmly
into the corners
of my heart,
begging to be immortalized
in words.

I'm thinking of the pond we watched from above, while the sun was disappearing behind the trees and lighting up the sky from underneath. The mist was rising up from still waters, save for the ripples you made as you tossed pebbles into the mirror below, and I could feel the heat from your body when we were just centimeters from each other.

Why couldn't I have just kissed you?