with hands of paint i make you.
with smile and chance of fate i mate you.
with eyes unjaded i study you and learn,
that just as i, you desire.
that just as i, you crave.
that just as i, you want connection and acceptance.
thou it seems we may not meet just yet.
thou it seems we may not bond just yet
thou it seems we may not reach into the divine
unless you let it happen.
i write to you, as if writing to myself.
i speak to you, as if speaking to myself.
i move to touch you, as if moving to touch myself.
your body and mind
all in due time.
may your days be filled with all that could you could ever need,
and your world be filled with family,friends, and lovers