At last...

My Dear,

Here I was, another day at work listing to some music to keep myself company in an empty office. Here I was thinking about you when the first thing that I hear from my radio, in a beautiful voice, with infinite calm and an almost annoying effortless note ... "at last...." in the wonderful voice of Etta James.

Remember when Ella Fitzgerald brought us together one summer? We sang along (I ruined all the songs and I am not only talking about just betraying lyrics). Many songs, many words and notes that keep me sane in your absence. In the voices of great ladies Roberta Flak, Donna Summer, Billie Holliday, Dinah Washington, ...

My dear...

I crave the time when I will be at last at home with you without the rush having to go back somewhere away from you. in the mean time, my dear, This "Summer time", "I love each move you make"...

Coffee did the image, Grey did the words

I cannot withhold my excitement
Waiting for you
I can fill the room with every entertainment
And it serves no distraction
Your scent precedes you
But it is your energy that is in the air
Before our eyes meet
What is about to happen is just a draft
A simple sketch
Of feelings that will
Burst like fractals, like
One with the universe
Like purpose
Like a fresh petal falling

Like much later
you lay your head on my lap
My hand naked on you
A beauty is that