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

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