When I Touch You

When I touch you
My hands become conductors
My body tingles with electricity
My soul is recharged
When you touch me
My world explodes
And all my drama
Is blown to smithereens

Perception

Have you questioned
That what “is”
And its resemblance
Are not always the same
- A photograph captures details naked to the casual eye
- A shadow distorts color and size
- A mirror exaggerates flaws
- My reflection in your eyes feigns love
Perception - it isn't always what it is

Who ...

I'm looking for the "type" of man
who doesn't "need" me, but wants me,
who has his own life, but wants to share it,
who is witty and charming and polite,
but also sweet, sensitive and sensual,
who can make me laugh and who can hold me when I cry,
who can be as comfortable in a suit and tie as he is in blue jeans;
who isn't afraid to ask directions or admit he's wrong.
Do I have high standards? I do. Tired of settling ...

I think I would like

I think I would like
A life together
Quiet times – shared moments
Watching you on the field
Working in the yard
Playing with the dogs
Helping out a friend
Caressing my hand
I’m pretty sure I’d like that

I am

I am
a little too tall, too big,
a little too silly, too chatty,
a little too busy, too smart,
a little too rebellious, too boring
a little too independent, forward

For you

Day Pass

I like you.
It's too soon to move on.
I cannot commit to your heart.
I like you.
I cannot give you all you desire.
I like you.
I cannot invest my heart
I like you.
I cannot promise more than now.

I'm not ready for a season pass ...
Think I can get a day pass?

It's easy for me ...
to offer cliché advice:
tell you it will be better,
that time heals all wounds,
and this too shall pass.

It's easy for me ...
to suggest you move on:
break all ties
go out with friends
get a change of scenery

It's easy for me ...
to sit here and be positive
when it is not I who suffers the heartache of disappointed love