Trickle

I want to run my fingers all along your body

Trickle down your arms like the drizzle of small rain drops that kiss your skin

I want to be held by you and all your innocent profanities

Your auburn eyes capture me and it's like

Finding a place of rapture 

You say all the things I least expect you to say

I think about you at least 57 times a day

May our love story resemble that of the earth and sky

I will send you kisses in raindrops and fill every gutter of every home

Until you are flooded with too much of me 

May the evaporation take away your pain and lonliness 

May the universe gift us with just enough of eachother

Meeting you was like a mystery 

Someone must have spilled the ink while writing my story

Then rain flooded the black puddle and made it a little more clear

Now the vocabulary is nothing but a rushing stream across the wooden table in the family room

And it slowly drips onto the carpet

Leaving a stain to remember us by

And when the grandkids ask the author where it came from

He will say that it was from a place of beauty and trust 

That is why they will never try to remove us

You cleared my blurred vision and now I can see

I'm strong enough alone but with you I can be stronger

I'm hungry for your past and famished for your future

I wish I could give you the sky and the rise of Venus 

In return you could give me 

Adventures and smiles and time