I just want to be a mixture

of breath & whispers
with another soul considered a wisher.Teach Her,
all the things that
should have been taught to her.
Show Him,
all the feelings that
deserve to be shown to him.

I'll meet you the
same way,
every day;
just like the first time

Love stole our breath away.

We'd dance til dawn
when our bodies drop to the dew lawn;
where we enter into the world we've drawn.

And as we lay,
we'll sleepwalk back into that first day -
back before our admission;
when our minds had no cognition
of our heart's inhibition;
& our hands trembled from submission;
when all we could do was sit still,
wishin'.As I sit
still wishin' -
where are you &
are you listenin'?