Now in my cubicle...
I honestly do not understand how i wake up and rear to my feet, without being able to turn on my side to kiss her. Of being very difficult it is, yet, when i know i can see her in a day it is the best reason to try. These memories, which kiss my lonely head, are far too lovely for their share on this post...
I was detatched from the sand under your feet
partly by will and partly by grace.
I took advantage of your breath to move my body in your breeze
to hold you in the darkness of that beach.
You melted the stars in the sky until they were sea,
and now they struggle crawling, rearing, falling,
in their cycle but to reach you.
When you turn your face they dissolve in the horizon with the night.
We were both bare,
i could have been pulverized by a grain of sand
but i simply dispersed in the ground.
Where the light of your body touched,
out of the dirt i was a man
now i rear from the trite in your embrace and i love you.
my Angela,
@-)-
I was detatched from the sand under your feet
partly by will and partly by grace.
I took advantage of your breath to move my body in your breeze
to hold you in the darkness of that beach.
You melted the stars in the sky until they were sea,
and now they struggle crawling, rearing, falling,
in their cycle but to reach you.
When you turn your face they dissolve in the horizon with the night.
We were both bare,
i could have been pulverized by a grain of sand
but i simply dispersed in the ground.
Where the light of your body touched,
out of the dirt i was a man
now i rear from the trite in your embrace and i love you.
my Angela,
@-)-