i know that face well

you are ruminating on something deep within

an idea has been given the fetus status

the eyes are saying near fruition

i wait for the lips to move

this is what i love so much about us

taking your hand
seating you and listening

anticipation i am so blessed with

the jewels your mind bestows upon me

are the crown my heart wears

as we share conversation

following your ratiocination 

i delight in each of your steps

emotion reveling in a cogent cocoon 

lost in each other on a park bench

holding your hand i feel your hearts warmth

i am an electron forever there

joyous in that orbit

we have learned the difference between 
disagreement and the mutual conclusion

your presence gives life all of its essences

i could ever wish for
as simple as resting on a park bench

holding your hand and listening
suppressing an ardent desire for your lips

i concentrate on your eyes

because therein i hear your soul

12/31/18