A thousand little moments...

To The Lady on the Train,

Over the past few days there have been a thousand little moments where I wanted to reach out to touch you - to be able to take your hand in mine as we walked - or to trace the line and curve of your spine...I wanted to brush your hair from the back of your neck, feel you tilting to expose more of your neck to me as I placed a slow soft kiss below your ear... I wanted to feel the contradictory softness and strength of your beautiful freckled shoulders...

I wanted you to sit beside me, turning away from me so that you could lean back rest against me...  letting me envelop you and fold you into my arms - and be enveloped in the feel and scent of you... I wanted to hear your voice soft and quiet as we talked - or to hear you sing quietly to yourself... or letting you put your head back to sleep while I watched the sunlight light your face... 

As we rode in the car, I stole glances of you sleeping - your beauty so near and so distant, it left me with an ache.

I lay in bed in my room and thought about you laying in your room... I imagined what it would be like to have you beside me... I imagined the lines, curves, and the curl of you against me... I imagined the press of my palm to your hip, and the sensation of my fingertips exploring your back... I thought about my lips on the back of your knees.. I imagined my cheek resting in the small of your back, and reaching to entwine our fingers...

I imagined the length of you pressed to me and in the darkness we drifted together...

There were a thousand little moments I wanted to show you my wonder of you - and my desire for you...

The Man in the Station