The Unspoken Word

Be the life of the party…

Or be the center of my universe and I will be the man who places his hand on the small of your back…

Giving reason to excuse yourself from being the center of attention as I whisper in your ear how beautiful you are when you’re being yourself as I walk away…

You don’t quite hear me, so you follow me outside and find me staring upward…

No one is outside but the two of us…

You join me and ask what I said but not a single word falls from my lips, I only pull you closer and let my hand find its way back to the small of your back…

There is not much to see in a night sky with the glare of street lights fighting nature, but every so often you can find one star that makes it all worth while…

And when you do, the rest of the world seems to fade away…

If only for a moment we float in the night air, that is the moment in which I will repeat what I said…

You’ll smile, make every star jealous and the entire world will go black…

We share a kiss… … … …

The feeling exchanged is a word that need not be spoken…

Late Night Gifts

By the time you read this, your eyes may have fallen to end the day…

The darkness by which you are surrounded is only meant as a blank canvas for you to give light to in letting your imagination and things you have seen as source material paint and structure your dreams…

Oh what a material world has so little to do with what is inside…

A smile that can warm a body even when the bed feels empty… eyes that gaze with a mission to not only look but peer into and touch the soul… a touch that lingers upon the skin and in memory… and words that can withhold even being spoken have a voice…

none of which can be bought,  but can be given as gifts from the heart… so even if you read this tomorrow accept it…