Without a doubt
You are my favorite distraction
When the drama surrounds me
You calm me
When tears threaten, you make me smile
When dark clouds loom, You guide the rainbow to my pot of gold
When my thoughts wander to worries, You bring me back to the here and now
You are my favorite distraction.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Traitor
Sometimes I feel
My body will shut down, Disengage, Collapse
Before I am even horizontal
Other times
I lay awake in he still of the dark
Feigning sleep.
My body is a traitor to itself
Mind racing – body aching
Relief escaping me
My body will shut down, Disengage, Collapse
Before I am even horizontal
Other times
I lay awake in he still of the dark
Feigning sleep.
My body is a traitor to itself
Mind racing – body aching
Relief escaping me
Perhaps
Perhaps it’s best
That our time together
Is sporadic
- Basically unplanned
- Inconsistent
That way
Always
You’re a wonderful surprise
- A rainbow on a cloudy day
- A bonus smile at day’s end
Perhaps what I am missing
Is not worth crying over.
I’d like the chance to know
That our time together
Is sporadic
- Basically unplanned
- Inconsistent
That way
Always
You’re a wonderful surprise
- A rainbow on a cloudy day
- A bonus smile at day’s end
Perhaps what I am missing
Is not worth crying over.
I’d like the chance to know
Here and Now
I want you here
Next to me – now
Tomorrow – the next night
I just want to be able
To collapse and be caught
To cry and be comforted
To desire and be wanted
To love and be loved
Now – tonight – tomorrow
Next to me – now
Tomorrow – the next night
I just want to be able
To collapse and be caught
To cry and be comforted
To desire and be wanted
To love and be loved
Now – tonight – tomorrow
the want
My voice wants to call out
“Where re you?”
My fingers want to text
“Did you forget?”
My arms want to envelope you
But your are out of reach
My eyes want to see you
At my door step
My brain wants to forget
The hurt
“Where re you?”
My fingers want to text
“Did you forget?”
My arms want to envelope you
But your are out of reach
My eyes want to see you
At my door step
My brain wants to forget
The hurt
confused . . .
Double standards
Mixed expectations
Contrary responses
Confusing signals
No absence of truth
No acceptance of reality
Mixed expectations
Contrary responses
Confusing signals
No absence of truth
No acceptance of reality
I Want To Be The One
I want to be the one
Who holds you as you fall asleep at night
Who greets you after a long bike ride
Who makes love to you during a thunderstorm
Who congratulates you after a game
Who holds you more than just once in a while
Who gazes into your eyes
Who loves you for the rest of my life . . . your life
I want to be "the one"
Who holds you as you fall asleep at night
Who greets you after a long bike ride
Who makes love to you during a thunderstorm
Who congratulates you after a game
Who holds you more than just once in a while
Who gazes into your eyes
Who loves you for the rest of my life . . . your life
I want to be "the one"
semblance of routine
How spoiled have I been
By this semblance of routine
How disappointed am I
By this recent divergence
By this semblance of routine
How disappointed am I
By this recent divergence
I Wonder
I wonder about . . .
Where you are
Who you are with
What you’re thinking, feeling, dreaming
The few hours we share are few and far between
My favorite hours of the day
Where you are
Who you are with
What you’re thinking, feeling, dreaming
The few hours we share are few and far between
My favorite hours of the day
Spoiled
It’s cliché’, I know
But you have spoiled me beyond compare
In such a way
I cannot imagine
And yet
Each time I see you
It’s better
the interaction
the connection
the intention
I cannot wait to be spoiled again
But you have spoiled me beyond compare
In such a way
I cannot imagine
And yet
Each time I see you
It’s better
the interaction
the connection
the intention
I cannot wait to be spoiled again
Name dropper
Casually, I drop your name in conversations
My friend said . . .
My friend told me . . .
What I don’t say
Is that when you told me …
I was lying in your arms
Caressing your cheek,
Your hand on my thigh
Just a friend . . . I say . . .
But you are anything but “just”
My friend said . . .
My friend told me . . .
What I don’t say
Is that when you told me …
I was lying in your arms
Caressing your cheek,
Your hand on my thigh
Just a friend . . . I say . . .
But you are anything but “just”
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