The Way

It is more than the sway of our history that keeps me dizzy and holding a bearing heading straight to you. It must be the combination of so many things. The rocking and soft lullaby of your recent words that help keeps this boat afloat. The gentle call you make to me on the wind. Your words disguise them self as the sea. And I think I am letting nature lead me. I am convinced I am taking the right course. So here we go again directing our ships to one another. And I have released the anchors of our past so I can now move swiftly. I have not seen the shore in so long I have learned to believe and understand only that which is in front of me. And my eyes cut through the dark night sky with easy, my feet hold stead on a salty misty deck and my body knows the way. There is such determination in my hands as they remind my body of the pleasure you once gave. And I find no need to sleep. As the sun rises each day on an endless sea I feel some thing inside me. As the yearning and desire is growing I recognize this to mean I must be getting closer to you. And each night as the sun descends I make my ritual of joy in your name. In the still and the quiet of my bed I bring you to life. Standing above me with your loving eyes looking down. And you press your body into mine like to halves fining their hole. And before a word can be spoke I encounter your smell and my belly swells. I don’t dare close my eyes for you are here with me now in the dark and the quiet. It is you as it has always been. My body has known yours longer then we have both been alive and it is my pleasure to reunite them in this lifetime. In the night I imagine every part of you inside me, from your tongue to your fingertips and I want more. I want to pull you in, every inch of your body and hold you there tight and steady. ....