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.
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