I’m thinking of you when I should not be
Allowing my mind to wander the museum of memory
And wrap myself in the sensations of you.
You lying down, your strong shoulders, knotted muscles
A rolling landscape that my hands traverse.
Your muscular arms wrapping around me and pulling me against you
As if we were merging into one entity
Or gently twining into my own arm as we walk
Such smooth grace in something so powerful
But it is that laugh, unfettered and spontaneous
That beguiles me above all but one thing…
The pools of your eyes that open your soul
And place it against my heart
**this one is not very good, I know… but I just needed to write, to place these thoughts somewhere, somehow. There are a couple ideas (bolded) I like in this one and may expand on in the future.**