My feeling for you
are as persistent as
the buzz of a nearby
bumblebee.
Harmless? Sure.
Ignorable? No.
Try as I might
to just leave them be,
my attention is drawn
to what is lurking
just outside of
my bubble.
As much as I want
to leave it be,
I just have an
insatiable desire
to become obsessed
with such a little thing.
I cannot stop thinking of you
for long enough to fall asleep
because when I start think of
you I realize I am in deep.
I mean I can trust that you will
make an appearance in my dream,
but. I would rather lay awake
thinking of the way your eyes gleam.
Even at my sickest point,’
laying on the lifeless,
uncomfortable hospital bed
all I could think of was you.
Even with the iv
dripping the cold fluid
into my veins for hours,
all I could think. of was you.
Even with the medications
and the never ending tests
to try and fix my illness,
all I could think of was you.
Because I knew that
through all the pain
that if you had been here,
you would have made me laugh.
There is something so intimate
about sharing breakfast with
someone that you love.
The concept that you both
woke up and the first thing
that either of you wanted
was to see each other’s faces;
hear each other’s laughs;
make each other smile.
Those are such tender,
caring moments to share
with one another in
the moments where sleep
still sits in the corners
of your freshly opened eyes
and it is still early enough
that you can still share
and grasp at what remains
of each other’s dreams.
There is something so intimate
about sharing breakfast with
someone you love.
I’m glad I get to share it with you.
There is nothing that
makes my heart go warm
on this planet or
in this galaxy
more than knowing that
twinkle in your eyes
only happens when
you’re looking at me.
What I would not give to be
your coffee mug right now;
to have your lips part in
preparation and in
the long-awaited anticipation
of connecting with me.
How jealous I am that
a stained, ceramic mug
washed and used daily
over and over at this
quiet little diner
knows the intimacy
and the feel of your lips,
which I have yet to taste.
I think the best part
about falling in love
with a mama’s boy
is the knowledge that
someday you will want
to raise our sons to
be mama’s boys too.
Talking to you feels like the world around us stops,
just our two voices and the sound of fat raindrops
punctuating the pauses between our laughter
and the flirting that brings the smiles I’m after.
It feels as though we are the only people in the room.
Everything disappears until we want it to resume.
But in that moment all I can see if you,
the rest of this place is out of view.
How can I look anywhere else when across from me
is the whole reason I came all the way to Tennessee?
Great Smoky Mountains?Rivers? Trees? The views?
They aren’t the wonders of the world I’d choose
When my heart is beating, almost out of my chest.
Of all the joys of nature, I like you the best.
Nothing on the mountain could ever compete
to the man right here, affectionate and sweet.
When I’m with you, the world around us stops.
Our time together is sweeter than lemon-drops
and that is just how I like it.
Uh oh.
You better be careful.
I can almost hear you
catching feelings for me
over the phone,
It’s in your voice.
I can hear you smiling.
Sorry.
It’s probably my fault.
Feeling are contagious.
Looks like you caught
my cooties.
I long more than anything to see your eyes
than I long for the end of grey winter skies.
At night I toss and turn; I agonize
of the thought of when the opportunity will arise
for us to be reunited under the same Ohio skies
will come again.
I can’t wait for the moment to come! A reprise!
My excitement I cannot desguise.
I look forward to gazing at you and to no surprise
feel my whole life that I’m enduring paralyze
except for the hundreds of butterflies
you stir up within me.
Looking into your captivating eyes
reminds me of the beauty of a sunrise
and the feelings that I now realize
the sharing of with you would be unwise
unless I’m seeking out my final demise;
but my how you just undo me.
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