Still…

Angel,

I love you

Like we’ve never hurt 

Unconditionally 

Just me. 

To Sit Beside You...

To The Lady on the Train,

To be with you and to have you so close and so far is the sweetest of torments.

Your are within an arms reach and across a chasm.

Under my calm and quiet exterior,

there passion rages.

Do not mistake my stillness as a lack of desire.

It takes all self-control to not take your hand in mine.

It is a fight against all desire to put my arms around you and draw you to me.

It is a great feat of composure to not kiss you the way that I used to kiss you.

Every cell of my being strains to be as close to you as possible; 

to disappear in the universe of your kiss; 

to stop time and to travel the lines and curves of your body...

I only want to hear your voice in my ear and feel the sigh of your breath on my skin; 

To feel the softness and the strength of you and to trace your shapes..

I ache to once again let the scent of you fill me and to fall into that place where you and I are all that exists...

Beside you, always

The Man in the Station

I

Happy Valentine's Day

Not that we have every celebrated this holiday, still, here it is.

So Happy Valentine's Day to you. I hope that you have all the love that you absolutely deserve.

You are loved.

A kiss

To The Lady on the Train, 

Little do you know how desperately I want to kiss you. 

Little do you know how I want to linger when our lips touch. 

Little do you know how my head swims and my heart pounds when I hug you. 

Little do you know how much I want to stay next to you. 

Little do you know that I always need just a little more time. 

Little do you know the ache of missing you all over again. 

Little do you know just how wonderful you are. 

The Man in the Station

I am jealous

 To The Lady on the Train,

I am jealous of the darkness when you turn out the light. 

I am jealous of the moon light that shines through your window. 

I am jealous of the pillow where you rest your head. 

And I am jealous of the moon beam that steals in through your window. 

I am jealous of the sun as she watches you wake. 

I am jealous of the sheets that hold your warmth even after you rise. 

I am jealous of the breeze that caresses the small hairs at the back of your neck. 

The Man in the Station

If you stood...

To The Lady on the Train,

If you stood on a beach made of diamonds under a sky lit by millions of stars, still your eyes would outshine them all.

The Man in the Station