His face is so familiar. I never forget he's where? Chi-see him everyday, when I sit at home and stare . . . Stare down the living table - to the other side. I picture him just barely, giving 'too cool for school' in vibe. /He knows me very well. And I think I know him to. We've known each other a while . . . like most 'couples' do. But still there's so much more that we really do not know - I ask, he answers back, shakes his head - sighs very low.
I like to bother him, from time to time to time - he doesn't respond back; He gives me a heart attack! by the way he seldom reacts. /I never know what he's thinking - nor if he understands, I'm stumbling when I'm speaking. /Sometimes, I hide from him because I don't know who I am. He listens, covers his face, should I? nope! don't tAtch his hand?
All the random thoughts that creep inside my head, I wish I said them all, especially before bed. I open up - same page... making moonlight into smiles, days go sunny thoughts, I feel just like a little child.
/I'm not as patient as he- I act, then follow through. I never take time to wait, like there's ticking, time, BOOM! He takes his time with ease, he's sneaky with his friends. He handles quite a lot, I question? . . . get under his skin. Without staring in my face, I sense, but know he's there. He keeps me in his back pocket, bandana! - shows me he cares.
/Gives me a 'talking to,' like modern Mamas Listen' by telephone - I seem to get more 'out of line' - he fixes my moody groans. I care about him deeply, more deeply than he knows. I just wish he showed me the same, as our relationship has grown.
I learn a lot from him - he keeps me on my toes. I act as if we're the same, but little does he know . . . there's this mutual agreement we share without explaining - I like to think of him. . . Wake Up! eyes red, nose runny, complaining~
/Gives me a 'talking to,' like modern Mamas Listen' by telephone - I seem to get more 'out of line' - he fixes my moody groans. I care about him deeply, more deeply than he knows. I just wish he showed me the same, as our relationship has grown.
I learn a lot from him - he keeps me on my toes. I act as if we're the same, but little does he know . . . there's this mutual agreement we share without explaining - I like to think of him. . . Wake Up! eyes red, nose runny, complaining~
Our relationship is so silly, like two, battling in the ring - but once we dance it out, boy! I feel the way I cling . . . I cling to him sometimes, like he's my only friend. He, who understands me...the tough, the bold, my bends.
I excite to talk to him: Boy! do I have some News!!! He burst berries when I bob down, its just an inside joke - in the room. I enjoy being around him and laughing through and through: The old, the new, the 'what bothers us' - the why? and the who? I'm smiling now because he means more to me, more than he even knows . . . he's quiet with his care, but slow, yet calm, a cool soul.
I follow in his words, like footprints in the sand, take quotations like bookmarks - my mental note at hand. Phone conversations don't work- I can't reach him when he's dead . . . dead tired to the world from all his crafty ways, Get Bread! He works long on that island, at times, it makes me choke. I cheat myself a friend, when I can't take a silly joke. There is a crack of love, in the hardest, my LA Times - I trust him with my life - does he trust his with mine?
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To be continued~
