Anticipation

A shiver down your spine
Hurricanes in your stomach
Thoughts racing through your skull
Circling round
Returning to the same point

Minutes feel like hours
Hours feel like days
Time crawls on

So close and yet so far

It bites at you
Nudges you gently
Paws at your ankles
Persistent, unending, unceasing

Missing You

I miss you
I don't know why
I think of you but I think of others
I want to see you but I want to see others

I miss your face and how it feels beneath my fingers
I miss your smile and how it feels beneath my lips
I miss your breath and how it feels on my body
I miss your voice and how it sounds in my heart

Your face is not enough now
Your smile is not enough now
Your breath is not enough now
Your voice is not enough now

I need your touch on my skin
Need your lips on my cheek
Your weight on my chest
You in me

I want to see you because there is no other
I think of you because there is no other
I know why
I miss you

A Summer's Day (working title)

Breathing.  Sighing.  Talking.  Laughing.

A summer breeze through the still bare trees.

Breathing.

Napping in the sun on a crowded green.

Sighing.

Kisses and hugs among nibbles and mugs.

Talking.

Throwing and kicking and missing a ball.

Laughing.

Hoping.  Wishing.  Holding.  Dreaming.

Watching from a distance while sitting in the centre.

Hoping.

Knowing that this day was unique in every way.

Wishing.

Photographs.  A video.  Building memories.

Holding.

The first fun of the summer still to come.

Dreaming.

Dancing.  Hugging.  Kissing.  Sleeping.

The hold all wrong, to laughs instead of song.

Dancing.

Two arms, two souls, two hearts, connected.

Hugging.

They meet, they stay, meant to be this way.

Kissing.  Sleeping.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Today, something a bit different for you.  I'm feeling sentimental, so I wrote.  This is what came out.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

When the train stops and the door closes, we hide in our cocoons and wrap ourselves in memories of a time that was.  A time when we were all together, all one, connected by our passion and our love.  Time was not present then.  We lived for the moment, for the next pose, next step, next note on the scale.

What is to become of us now?  We will return, but we will not be us.  We will be broken, we will not be complete.  Those that were will no longer be.  At least, will no longer be with us.

All we have now are memories.  Frozen images and empty songs.  We are changed.  We are each other, and we are ourselves.  We have taken, we have given, we have emerged anew.