I enjoy the way he speaks.
His vicarious desire to plunge into words ignites my spirit.
He’s fearless.
Openly expressing thoughts that encourage
Sometimes offends
All of the time truth
His truth
One that he holds dear
Much like a form of godliness is such truth
Not ridding the world of evil, but besetting peace within
I like his flow
The language of lovers in pastime
Playfully embracing youth in adult form
He likes cheesy homemade movies on the big screen
Sour patches and chocolate
I like socks and pillows
We like each other
Or at least I hope we do
We met in passing
A brief greeting
Glances with a smile
An introduction to a year later
Maybe a lifetime
Or maybe not
Maybe he is seasonal
I was simply meant to smell his cologne when the wind blew
Hold his hand during cold winter strolls
Sip his iced tea on hot summer days
I had longed to see the summer with him
Watch the waves of rising heat like the new moon
As we lay on a blanket in the middle of central park
Listening to the trees whisper
I wanted to hear the trees whisper
Or sing when the elements somehow interchanged harmoniously
Breezes kissing tree branches
Creating a visible wind love affair
I wanted to be his lady
Proud and humble
Standing tall in appreciation for who is was
And who I needed him to be
He wanted me by his side
Needing to feel abundant as he was already complete
Complimentary
He compliments my smile
Relishes in my being
And flows with my fly
We soar
I like to be far away
Delving deep within myself
Traveling into compartments that had be locked away
In fear
He had the key
Speaking words of consolation
Promising security
He embodied trust
Offered desire and
Promised consistency
Positive repetition that evoked a readiness to be
To simply be
I relished in the comfort he provided
Spiritually treasuring up spiritual greatness
Appreciation and gratitude upon his lips
And I was thankful
Vulnerable in my approach
Steady in my track
And patient
Waiting
For his heart to be healed
And open once again