Mental Stimulations.......A MIC Write #54

I can't wait for this day to be over with....


Envisioning you...Settling in your chair
in that quieted soon-to-be smoked filled room,
thoughts of us...loom,
Your eyes being filled with plans,
with papers,
with smoke of stinky burning cigars,
amidst legal chatter that doesn't even matter,
as meeting number 2 starts....

......in the back of my head I wait to see you again
Memories......of that morning cuddle me
as I swing around and around...
around.....around in my own reality
among children in theirs

Your voice,
whispering in my ear
huddles with me...
close
neatly fitting in,
mentally sitting in,
snuggling...
beside me
as my fingers tap notes to our song
playing over and over in my head
all day long

Imagining you
doing the things you do
as you nonchalantly blow the smoke
away from your face
with that stoic smile on your face.
No one knows you're thinking about the intensity of feelings
sweeping over your mind
as you speak...passionately,
and make love
softly...to me

Blindly my eyes sigh
much like the smoke that covers my eyes
as I turn the pages of the present past down,
almost frowning...trying to keep from peeping
 into tomorrows unseen...
pondering what these recently confessed feelings
really mean

You....to me....feel like my destiny
Hopelessly enamored I stagger
as my heart stammers
awkwardly
excited by your swagger
while impatiently
and patiently
beating for the next time
with thee

What do you have in store for me....
I ask...as the present suffices
but appeal still fills the halls of each second passing by
where my arms are too short to unite
the miles
which keep us at bay

I still want to say that you,
my once in a lifetime meet,
exceed my every expectation.....
my every hesitation
and every preparation
every day

Mental sensations
and sensual simulations,
virtual, and literal
conversate
with your voice
Words you so correctly speak
cracks open my sanity
making me want to risk it all
and fill these halls of my vanity with longings
stronger and calmer
but not put asunder
in the thunder
which calls me to you
and you ...to me

Much easier said,
easier fed is the truth
I try to control..in my head
that soothes that option in me
to savor whatever I might find...
behind the smoke
that you fan away
and that I beg to stay








jak(4/20/12)