I didn’t expect a woman like you.
You amaze me. I miss the taste of your skin. Already after one day. Already.
Crazy for you. Again.
I can’t help but
wonder what drives you to be that way..
there is something in the clouds, guiding dreamers towards each
other, they float idly above us –
watching as we make love and become fierce like lions. They
watch us come. Alive. Roar. Watch us become circles - we
never started, we’ve always been.
feathers on the same wing.
I will never forget the way you looked at me
when I turned around in the hotel lobby, and I felt for the first time that you weren’t
merely a splendid dream. I looked into
you.. into your eyes and past them, into the open wildness of YOU. I
whispered your name to myself as I closed that distance between us and kissed
your lips.. As you reached for
me, I felt the weight of my body slip
away, I felt empty like a blue
sky.. perfect.
I felt like laughing
forever.
We were the center of the moment.. the navy and silver splendor of the that room
melted away into a glow, I could see
nothing but your much-ness.
I won’t forget laying you down, watching the New
York street lights dance from the open window, across your breasts and the
gentle curve of your hips, watching the yellow
reflections of taxi cabs and the expanse of the city flicker in your eyes. YOU. were an ember wrapped in white sheets.. burning my mind with wonder. I could kiss you forever. Everywhere.
Feathers brought you across an ocean to me..
for the night. Riding on
wings.
Andrew Tipton
