I know I question "yesterday",
for I am a collector of meaning
and surround myself in words
listening for the flow of memory,
that touch that keys me into you.

There is always that kiss,
the one that parts the truth,
leaving passion up for bids.

Home alone, I draw you
standing before me, circling.
Your sphere of influence
always of interest,
pulling me to your center
needing your warmth,
hoping for more.

And when there, across from you,
I watch your lips move,
your eyes talk
and your body communicate
the unsaid.

Maybe it is wishful thinking but
you have it, you know...
My heart, it rests with you.

2004