Freedom from chains

I

I am free

A wild horse that gallops where the wind blows

I don’t need to walk or rest

I want to get more of the 1/3rd that people waste on sleep

I

I am free

A boat sailing without an anchor

I don’t need to know where land is

I'm bound to sail into it anyway

I

I am free

A calendar that reads "today" on every page

Tomorrow never comes and the past is lost forever

All we can really work on is today

I don't like chains, rules, schedules, plans

For they bind, limit and dictate

I....

You...

I with you...

Me…

Me with you

Makes me want to stop speeding all the time

To gallop through the city and trot on the scenic country roads

Though I could stay awake and be the one to switch-on the light of day

At night, I crave the restful pause of peaceful sleep in your arms

That 1/3rd can be 1/2 as long as I am asleep with you

Me with you

A boat bound for a specific port, My dreams a northern star

My sails filled every now and then by the thought of where you are

My eyes set on the shore, having a favorite lighthouse that I long to see

Me with You, freedom, to be anchored to something without feeling chained

You are my yesterday’s dream

My tomorrow ‘s hope

And my every today

Love Letter - My Final Thought of the Day

Curled like a half moon at the edge of the bed, white sheets like clouds, she reaches out to cup the cheeks of her mug resting by her bedside. Her palms reminiscing how your face felt pressed against it the other night. She brings it forward to sip, as if to kiss. The taste of the fruits of summer flow into the thin opening of her pursed lips. 

In quiet darkness, she recalls the sound of your voice. In an instant she is transported to the bank of still waters in an unspoiled paradise somewhere during the fall. The leaves crackle underneath her as she rests her palms on the ground, propping herself up to soak in the moonlight. A light night wind blowing your name into her ears.

She wipes a glance across her bed, watching it grow exponentially into a field of sunflowers and stargazer lilies. Imagining you sleeping on yellow petals as if you were in a sea of sunshine. She imagines she would lay beside you and spoon you from behind if only to nuzzle your neck until you wake. Alas, she merely sits on the bed beside a pillow with an echo or your scent.

Any and every thought inevitably leads her to back to you. Such a bittersweet sort of pining. Such a tender ache. Wanting nothing but to run her hands all over you to slowly rub away the stresses of the days that have passed. Thumbs rubbing the temples of your wrist to soothe your hands and ready them for another day of wafting clouds and plucking stars.

Until the time she sees you again, she sits content to touch you with her mind. Writing love letters in the dead of the night so you may wake knowing you are her final thought at the close of everyday.

Goodnight darling.

Do Not

Do not kiss me but if you were to kiss me, 
Then do so in crisp articulateness, with suave maneuvers of clean cultured patterns, with artful taste and the exact statement of intent. Kiss me to let me know you just want the thrill of my lips and nothing more.




Do not touch me! But if you must, if you are indeed going to then TOUCH me… not shyly, lightly, half-there nor in whispers but completely, in screams, boldly and deeply.
TOUCH ME then after never let me go.