02.06.06 3:39 pm

perfectomente imferpecto

seasalt is in the wind of your hair
while those eyes staring promises
into mine find a surrender in me
that occurs before i even realize
it is impossible to turn away
from your butter of an embrace

in those arms so solid and certain
and soft against me. my skin
feels naked and aches to touch you
while sitting beneath the dim glow
of fluorescent and all i can think
about is how many a million
conversations can be shared between
the palm of your hand against mine.

silent senseless years have passed
beneath our fingertips and it is only
now that i recognize the growling
in my soul is for your voice in my ear,
your skin on my skin, your hands
completing my hands and now i am

r e s t l e s s

to make up the time i have missed
spying the laughter lurking
behind those dark endless
eyes that invite me to dive in
and lose myself in their warm familiar.

and it is only now, my loquito,
that i realize the circles in my life
i have made are because i am only half
of a whole i now feel in the strength
of your smile when you look at me.

i see you, pablo mio, as
perfectomente imferpecto,
for all that you are and all
that you have been and all that
you will be to me. and this is why
i can wait out this long cold winter
encircled in blankets and madredeus.

because with you, my friend,
the sun is always with me.
we will always have the ocean
and the sand between our toes.