That Smile

It's that smile, unfettered by worry

The one without conscious thought

Only the happiness you're feeling

Shining through brighter than every

Single sunny day in the Carolinas

It's that smile that isn't the one for me

But makes my heart soar with happiness

All the same, makes me want to throw 

My arms around you and hold you tight

As my face breaks into it's own beam

It's that smile that has been needed

The one coming from relaxation and

The melting away, if only for a few days,

Of all the stress of the previous weeks

And reminds you that it's okay to live for you.

To My Orchid

I'm reminded of a lovely orchid

Purple hues reminiscent of the late

Moments of a mountain sunset

Its beautiful fragility eclipsed only

By the resilient strength within

You are the flower, the bloom

With reserves of strength belied

By grace and inimitable beauty

The Café

Sitting at a simple table

Outside a barely noticeable 

Cafe as the world revolves 

Glass topped, iron legs

Unremarkable and yet

Its the most incredible

Place in the entire cosmos 

As your eyes linger on mine

As our hands meld together

As we chat of nothing/everything 

As we exist within our own universe 

Synapses

Breeze, ever rustling the leaves on the oaks

Gentle but persistent like a small pasture creek

Blooms scented on my nostrils, fragrant but subtle

And I, trying to slow my mind, to focus, to muster

Some semblance of control of the synapses firing

Always landing back on to thoughts of you. 

Will I Ever

Will I ever not be ecstatic

To hear your voice on the phone

Will I ever not be giddy

To see you walking towards me

Will I ever not be excited

To see your lovely face on my screen

Will I ever not be exhilarated

To smell your scent on my collar

Will I ever not be electrified 

To feel your soft arms wrap around me

Will I ever not be enraptured

To hold your hand warmly in mine

Will I ever not be intoxicated

To feel your sweet lips pressed to mine

Simply, no.

Flowing

Some times it helps to

Watch the river flow onward

Relentless in course

Mythology

Pantheons of gods exist

Inhabiting these lofty places

Looking down upon those

That created them with only

The most well-meaning of intention

They judge, and they trick, and 

They seek to play amongst us

When it suits their purposes

My mythology is different

It's the myth of her smile

The fantasy of her touch

The unreality of her scent

The fable of her laugh

All brought to corporeal form

Materialized into a new reality

Unspoken

Unspoken does not mean unsaid

Unfelt, unknown, or undecided

Simply a state of being in which

We simply know, feel, and exist

In a world where no words need 

To be said, spoken aloud, discussed

Others may notice it and extol it

But we are able to just be, enjoy,

And live in each moment together

Until the next, and the one after

A perfect string of encounters each

Somehow better than the next one