"Wasn't that the definition of home? Not where you are
from, but where you are wanted?"
~ Abraham Verghese, Cutting For Stone
“Know the difference with sleeping with someone
And sleeping with someone you love
I love you ain't no pick up line so
Always stay humble and kind…”
~ Tim McGraw
Her eyes
Captured his
imagination
Like no eyes have
In a very long time
Light dancing with
beauty
(he wanted to sit
across from her)
Look into them
Share time with her
Telling their stories
To each other
As the day turned
into night
~~~~~~~
if blessed
he imagined meeting
her
on a bridge
over the Seine
as words in a poem
while it rained
as they danced
like stars falling
her eyes translating
his feelings
writing a story
like Hemingway in a
cafe
characters forever
on the pages of time
~~~~~~~
Caressing the waves
To the shore
The wind
Like my feelings
Pulling my thoughts
To you
~~~~~~~
They stopped walking.
He held her hands.
Standing in front of
her.
Looking at her for a
long time.
She asked, “why are
just standing looking at me?”
He said, “I don’t
want to forget this moment – it will never be here again.”
She smiled and her
eyes laughed.
He said, “stand
still, I am going to take your picture with my eyes”
She looked at him
like he was crazy and maybe he was a little but that didn’t matter to her. The
sun lit up her face like a flash on a Polaroid camera.
He said, “got it. I
have a photo of you that can’t be erased.”
Then they continued
walking along the Seine.
That Sunday ~ The Sunday
~ When everything changed
Coffee and cookies
In comfy pajamas
Lazy cozy and cuddled
On an October day
Her hair tangled
They talked between
the easy silence
Like old friends
Without expectations
Warm together while
crisp autumn air rustled leaves
She asked him about
dreaming
He asked her about
cookie crumbs
She told him she was
like a cookie, "crispy on the outside but soft and chewy on the
inside"
He smiled and said,
"I like how you look"
They spent the day on
the couch
Hundreds of miles
apart
I want to come home
To a place where I am
wanted
To a smiling face
Open arms and a warm
heart
To a place I left
long ago
I want to come home
To you
“We are all just waiting for someone to
notice—notice our pain, notice our scars, notice our fear, notice our joy,
notice our triumphs, notice our courage. And the one who notices is a rare and
beautiful gift.”
~ Rachel Macy Stafford
Connected
And
Drawn
To you
Like…
A lyric to a tune
Needle to a vein
Comfort to pain
Grace to the fallen
Stars to the night
Anxiety to need
Runner to the road
Thief to the night
Lovers to a bed
Flowers to the sun
Water to the well
Connected
And
Drawn
To you
He spun around
She reached out a
hand
Catching his heart
Before he crashed to
the ground
Wrapping herself
around him like the night
Her body his
Wrapping her legs
around him
His arms tight around
her
Sharing the same air
Whispering
Laughing
They slept and played
And made love
Writing memories
With their eyes
He spun around
~~~~~~~
Together baby
You and I
Looking for words
To express
What I feel
Devotion baby
Devotion is what I
feel
Deep
Daring
Delightful
Devotion
To you
To us
Lover and friend
Devotion
Like the soft grey
clouds hanging in the sky
She calmed him
Caressing his heart
With her love
He felt still
Like a lake without
waves
Still and calm
With her
“THERE IS NO SLEEP SO DEEP I WOULD NOT HEAR YOU THERE.”
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