How is it that we are
at parallels
I am building something here
you are writing something there
sometimes
we are both frying an egg
Only you are with your own pan represented by some electrons
a mimicry of what the nearness of you is like
Because when you are here
oh when you are here
I could be standing at the hot stove
You would stand behind me
perfuming everything
While the eggs make flowers on the grease
My back is suddenly made of a super sense
It knows and records every touch you have made
It knows that these times are precious
these touches can not simply be wished on and received
Makes me think
It also makes me think how temporary the present is
always

Your voice makes
me tilt my head
and bend my ear

tickled notes
from giggling lips
you are the music
and my heart
gives the percussion

your voice
brings me out
brings me cheer
and now I hear
with clarity
love from you to
me
me to you
is through and through

 Happy 4/4

You make me smile

I was just sitting at my desk, working and I realized I was smiling. A thought of you crossed my mind.

I just thought of let you know.

Yours truly,

CA.

My world

In the middle of this room with the world running at a crazy speed, my thoughts of you suspend me in a slow motion space.

You are my world within this world, my little oasis of peace and warm thoughts.

In my crazy world, when I think of you, I know everything will be ok.

Anticipating mi amor

You know why I can't wait to tell you something at the end of the day?  It is because I can't wait to hear what you have to say about it.