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.
