about you (2004/05/05)

I long for you,

to hold you tight

and while away

day into night.

To sleep

- or maybe not so much -

be able to

reach out and touch

your sleeping face

your sloping back

very softly

so as not to wake you up.

I understand

your head is full,

that there are things

you have to work out

alone

inside your skull.

I understand the way

you think

is slow like watching a stone

through dark waters sink.

I don't complain.

Please don't get me wrong.

I only wanted you to know

it's not just my loins

singing their reckless song.

But more than having you with me

I want you to have calm

and faith

and see

all the beauty

that your future,

your dreams come true,

could be.

This is about you.

Not about me.