Because tomorrow isn’t soon enough

I’m writing this today

because feelings like this tend to cower

in the light of day

and when the words hang in your throat

pressing to come out

but muffled are they in a box

it makes you want to shout

words and more words - there never is enough

to tell you what I’m getting at

it seems these days is tough

so instead of wrestling them till morning

in the comfort of my bed

I state them right here, right now

on this blank screen instead

that the sight of you makes my life

blast off like shooting stars

the way you speak though oh so brief

is a deep music from afar

your face, your nose, and I bet your toes

are too loveable to mention

but it was with that brain of yours

that you really got my attention

yes, the stomach and the barer spots

the years and tears I shed

are all just what I was looking for

within those books I read

I never asked for this,

please understand,

it landed in my lap,

but now that I have ventured here

I no longer need a map

I know the way to please my heart

by being with you, it’s true ,

so now I am off the bed for sure,

to dream of times with you.