rambling cliche

Jour deux

"I walked in silence with my thoughts, as the frigid winter air blew the strands of hair around my face. As strangers trotted by, I slowly followed them with my eyes, observing every secret smile passing by their lips, catching their gaze and allowing a quiet moment between two strangers. I see you. You see me. I acknowledge your presence. Simple. Straight to the point. If I was feeling devious, I would give the men a smile.. no not a smile.. a smirk. I'd give them a little smirk as if to say "I know what your desires are" They would usually hide their honest eyes, bashful. They had wives to think about and daughters to get home to. But for just one second, one glorious second, they could envision what it would be like to be with someone like me.

Goodbye.

Something I wrote a couple years ago:

One evening, you were lying there, underneath the covers,

still and silent,

wrapped up in your black cotton sheets.
My body was next to yours, unaware of the rhythmic movements of our voodoo drum beats.

My mind took off and wandered through the universe
Around galaxies and the Milky way

The stars reminded me of the moment when the sun sets
And the last days rays scrambled into your living room,
adorning everything in gold.
Those treasured minutes filled me with warmth,
and the desire to reach out and touch the falling sun,

to feel the heat on my fingertips.

Friday morning thoughts

I want you to tell me you love me. Write it on a note. Sing it to the stars.
Place it over your heart and tell me the secrets you’ve never told me.