I want

To hold you when you ache
To be that place of warmth
Where your tired body can escape

To be a warm home port
The safe harbor to anchor
When the world becomes a storm

To be the thought
That curls your toes
And makes your heart skip

To be the kiss
On perfect lips
That makes your knees weak

To be the dream
That guides you
Home to me

So, I have a nightly ritual. I go by the gas and go each night, and pick up yet another oversized soda. Lather rinse repeat. Tonight was not much different. Go to the fountain, find giant cup, fill, and head for counter. After saying no to cigarettes, I pay and off I go. Going was the problem tonight. As I left the store, I was walking past a little compact and heard "yes please." It didn't really catch my attention, until the laughter. Seated in the compact was two twenty something women(I am guessing). One laughing and one not so much. The not so jovial one asked, "would you talk to me?" Not sure of how to respond, I summoned up "pardon me?" It would appear that while I was distracted working on a new voice greeting. I had an audience. I was doing short recordings of ideas for a new greeting, evidently they overhead parts of them. From there I'm not sure if it was honest desire, or too funny to pass up, but they followed me to the store. So, after a brief talk, with a nervous chuckle and a polite thank you I excused myself from the scene and headed home to laugh at myself for a bit. The moral to the story is if you work on voice greetings at stop lights, you might be followed.

I don't have the means to say. The way you move me each day. Each breathe, is another chance to be amazed by this striking view. Each beat of my aching heart, a step drawn closer to you. I could write words as plentiful and glowing as the rays of the sun, but in your beauty, they all come undone.

Look into still water
Marvel at the vision you see
See the beauty that stirs
Every part of me

Look into my eyes
There you belong
In those large dark pools
Adored on and on

Strong empty arms
Quite a lonely view
But they do not want to hold
They need to hold you

Longing lips parched
Aching here like this
They want no simple caress
They need your kiss

Large beating heart
Pacing out the the way
It wants for you
Needs you everyday

Evil wicked vile thing
Pulsing, beating
How my head rings

Be silent and still
No one hears
No one will

End it here
End it now
Fade from light, disappear

Wishing upon forever
And more in a dream
The moment passed
Or so it would seem
While the world turns
We are still here
Frozen in a perfect moment
Just you and I, my dear.

Somehow it happened. The hands too often referred to as 'girls hands' morphed into the hands of a man. Large, strong, and scared ready to hold back the tides. However, there is a secret hidden inside. Before they arrived here, they accomplished wonderful things. Forming beautiful lines and soft curves, they learned how move and flow, to follow a shape rather than disturbing it. To touch so gently, that only your heart can feel the caress. These hands have not forgotten those delicate lines or beauty created under tender touch. Those moments have not passed. Though large and scared, their touch remains true. It is here waiting here for you. These hands could never construct a beauty so true, but they call and ache to flow with you.

Slip through time
On a wistful dream
Gaze at the past
Look into the future
Yours, mine

See the past's tracks
Separately laid
Coming together
As we come
Closer to today

The future
More distant
Harder to see
Yet I pray your tracks
Continue on with me

Beautiful bird on high
This time do not pass by
I have watched you soar
Wanted and ached for more
I have seen you drift in the wind
Watched you fly again and again
This time stay
For a moment a minute a day
Let me hear your beautiful song
And dream of a love on and on.