Today...

Angel,

This morning, dropping off a coffee, you were sitting behind your desk, your hair down - a tumble... There was a quietness in your voice and carriage, your eyes hidden from me... a hesitation to my presence.. Trying to read you.. gauging your mood, where your are.. here, away, distracted?... Today, this dance following you is difficult - I am not sure which way you are leading... I am not sure where to place my feet... I am not sure how close to hold you... You looked almost sad, yet perfectly beautiful - though you may not have felt so.

Later, walking for coffee - behind you on the escalator, I could not keep my eyes from you.. Your hair now up and the back of your neck exposed... your shoulders and back are strength and softness defined... freckled and white - in motion, the relax and contraction of muscle defined just under your skin... grace and steel and beauty... a panther... I wanted to lean forward and press my lips to the spot where shoulder and neck meet and feel your curls on my cheek... I wanted to feel you lean back into me and have your scent fill me.. I wanted to be somewhere else and have your curves and length of you melt into me as I drew you in... Oh that's what I wanted... that, and to take your hand as we walked...

You were still quiet, eyes distant... you almost looked troubled... your eyes still away and lost... Today, we dance slow and patient... you wandering in your own thoughts and I wandering in mine... where you wander now, I do not know, but if important, you will share later if you need to... and I will be here, I will always dance... and the dance will always change... your beauty, grace, and mystery hold me. Just you...

Just me.

While drifting off...

Angel,

If I could tell you now that you are beautiful, would you believe me? With the distance of highways and roads and streetlights and miles of city between us, you would doubt my words. Would you think that I am plying you with sweet words just to flatter you?

I can imagine you in your quiet moon lit room, the cool of the night spilling in the open window. Your dark curls on the pillow, arm crooked above your head. I can hear the rhythm of your breathing and the rustle of sheets when you move.

I know the scent of you... Your perfume a faint linger.. The smell of your hair and the salt sweat of your skin all mingle and fill me.

I know your face and lines and curves of you. I have seen you in bright sunlight and know your shape in the dark. I have traced you with my fingers and in my mind thousands of times...

I can imagine you just as you are - on the edge of sleep and drifting towards dreams. I see your face and smooth skin change as the care of the day fall away. Your shoulders, back, and limbs relax into the bed as you are transported.

I can imagine you just as you are - floating to worlds in your dreams.

You are beautiful.

Just Me.

Light and Air

To The Lady on the Train,

I wish I had the words that properly expressed all that I see in you and how you make me feel. You change; in your moods, in your expressions... I have watched you this weekend... I have watched you laugh, tease, been teased, argue, worry, and I have seen you sit back with ease after finishing with determination something outside of your comfort zone. I have heard your voice change with the conversation, and your laughter spill from you... You are like a multi-faceted gem that changes in the light.. At times, clear and bright - transparent.. At time sending colours in every direction and changing the mood of the room.. And at times so brilliant that you can't look directly without being struck blind by your beauty.

You should know how you change light and air...

The Man in the Station