In solitude,
In quiet stillness,
I long for a companion:
you.
To sit in socks
Across the room
With separate books
And occasional glances.
A cup of tea,
My feet in your lap,
Wordless,
Content.
This is my eveningdream.
But then you're here
And the quiver in my heart,
The tingle up my spine
Compel me, rather, to leap
Into your arms.
In joy of you, I play.
I tickle, I joke.
You grin at my youthfulness.
And our laughter is anything
But quiet
Or still.
Thank you
For the wildness
You awaken in me.
God bless.
