Wednesday, August 8, 2007

From the Notebook: Archive


I long to kiss you, play with you, tell you something that I’m not ready to say but we both know how I feel I’m afraid to loose you so I’ll be the “friend” nothing else. Keep my distance and wait for the perfect wave and glide my surf board out and ride it until I fall off. But for now the sea is very calm and I have a lot of patience.


You’re so guarded I keep pouring myself out to you and you in turn only offer a little of you at a time. but enough to keep me pulling at the surface wanting more and more of you, so much more. My imagination floats away with you.

These were written in late June

1 comment:

Catherine said...

Interesting to know.