your head laid on my stomach
ear against my belly button
you held my hand against your check
eyes closed
breathing slowly

you would blink your eyes
every so often
because they would get damp
every once in a while
with your eyes closed and breathing slowly

i knew it had always been hard for you
it's always hard for me, too
as we lay in my living room
knowing the day will come soon
with our eyes closed and breathing slowly

tuesday will come
and my plane will take me
back to my second home
as i buckle my seat, leaving my heart behind me
eyes closed and breathing slowly

"i am just so much happier when you are here"
you pushed my hand
deeper into your cheek
"there's a part of me that's missing when you're gone"
you said, as your eyes were closed and you breathed slowly

"you're the only one i trust with my deepest emotions"
i looked into your glistening eyes
"i don't think anyone else will listen to my pain
and not judge me for it except you," i said
then my eyes closed and my breaths inhaled slowly

and we held each other through the night
until sunday inevitably became monday morning
and i walked you to your car
because you had work in the morning
we embraced with our eyes closed and breathed slowly

we knew we had one more day
to hold and laugh and forget about pain
and as you kissed my forehead
then moved to my cheek and lips

my eyes opened and my breathing wavered.

One delayed flight
Stands between us
And that precious time we hold so close
One delayed flight
Is all I need to surpass
Until we share wine and bubble baths
One delayed flight
Until everything will be all right
When tears and fears
Are lost behind layers
Of kisses and giggles
And tickles
One delayed flight
Until I see you
One delayed flight
And all my worries will be finally through

"I Love you fervently and unabashedly.
I Love the way your eyes squint when you smile.
I Love the small snort in your laugh.
I Love how fearlessly you dive into life.
I Love your ability to love beyond differences and hurt.
I Love your appreciation and gratitude for My creation.
I Love your passion for self expression.
I Love you ability to let yourself feel.
I Love how easy it is for you to cry.
I Love your passion for words and your acknowledgement of their power,
       *no matter how off your spelling my be.
I Love your ability to laugh.
I Love your ability to find beauty in things that often go unnoticed.
I Love how you find unique beauty in everyone.

I have great and beautiful plans for you."

I have always taken a small hint of pride
In my ink-smudged hand.
To me it means that I made something
And I was so lost in it
That I smeared my handprint on it
And left my mark.

I also write things on my hand.
Words that remain on my heart
While I soar through my day...
      
       Habakkuk 2:1...You can do it...
                Il mio bel salvataggio...
  Love? above all Things I believe in Love.

Some of these are tattoo ideas
Some of them are already permanent
And some just help me get through the day.

I like my ink-stained hand
It makes up for my nail-scratched arm.