Strokes
How often do you look at me,
Glance with those wide eyes?
Do you see something?
I like to think you do.
I see something in you.
Or rather
I can see me and you
In a French cafe drinking tea
Your head thrown back in laguther
My smile never stale
Your slender fingers tracing sweeping cursive poems
I wrote for your heart only.
I can see us dancing with no music
The moonlight shining in your eyes
Swimming in that blue
There is only me and you
And teh rhythm of your heartbeat is our guide.
In another life, maybe,
We will climb a little mountain
Chasing each other thruogh the trees
Until we find a clearing made of leaves and lavender.
We'll collapse in a heap
Talk until we fall asleep
Your arms holding me and my head near your heart,
And in our dreams, we could swim the sea together.