In my dreams...

To The Lady on the Train,

I see your face every night when I close my eyes and dream of you. One day I hope to open my eyes in the morning to find you there...

From The Man in the Station

I have seen you...

Angel,

I have seen you in the filtered light of early morning through drawn shades. Your body beside mine, head cradled in the crook of your arm and the sound of your breath close...

I have followed your lines and charted constellations in the freckles on your white skin.. I have fallen through your universe as the palm of my hand explored the contradictory softness of your skin and strength of your body. I have felt your body simultaneously come alive with tension and yet surrender to the press of my lips at the back of your neck..

I have also seen you in a harsh slant of bright sunlight - illuminating perfectly every detail of your face. Your head bent in a thought, the curls of your hair tumbling forward and your hand entwined in mine. The ridge of your nose, the wet of your lips, and the depth and shape of your brown eyes are felt as much as seen. From the line of your jaw and arch of your neck to your impossibly soft cheeks, I am distracted by your beauty.

I have seen you in light that changes as you move and a force of magic that changes the air in a room.. I have seen you hold that magic and not even know that you possess it. You, a radiant beauty at a rough wooden table with the smell of garden and sounds of a city drifting in from the backyard... All softness and warmth and completely filled with a quiet joy...

I have seen you in these lights and in these places... I can see them all in my mind, sometimes one after the other - sometimes jumbled together... always changing - an ebb and flow... You are a miracle...

I have seen you...

Just me..