A wish

Angel,

If I could have just one wish granted, 

It would be to watch you fall asleep in my arms, your back pressed to my chest, the scent of your curls filling me…

And then to wake up beside you; to feel you stretch and turn; to feel the softness of your skin and the strength in your body, to trace the constellations of freckles and to hear your sighs..

Just me  

Every year, I remember

To The Lady on the Train,

There are some moments that I will never forget. There are times and places and memories that have been imprinted on me. When I call them up, my heart races, my skin tingles, my vision tunnels, and I am transported back to those moments all over again. 

I remember a comforter spread on a beige carpet. I remember the wonder and astonishment and the sense of being transported. I remember the ebb and flow; the rush and the quiet. I remember discovering for the first time the undulating tides and the wheeling of stars that you somehow hold beneath your skin. I remember how you showed yourself to me and the universe within your eyes. 

I remember the trace of freckles and the contours of your body. I remember the lines and length and the roundness of you. I remember the softness of your skin and the strength of your body. I remember the tension and the release; the aching and the letting go. I remember the taking and the surrender.

Mostly, I remember you standing there, a goddess, eyes shining; and I was lost and found.

Storm clouds may gather

And stars may collide

The Man in the Station

 

I don’t mind

To The Lady on the Train,

I can tell when you have been wandering through my thoughts. 

You always leave toast crumbs in the butter. 

The Man in the Station