Monday, June 04, 2007

Moving


Moving

What is it
about you

that moves me?

A better question perhaps-

What isn't there
about you
that moves me?


Words written

Words spoken

Unwritten and Unspoken truths
that astound me comfort me excite me
move
me


The way
you
breathe

the way
your
face

changes

as often as light
pressing through a
sheer curtained
open window
on a hot day
with welcome breezes

Oh
the way
your face
changes

when speaking when listening when discovering
and exploring

new ideas
and positions
It moves me
to action

and
sometimes

causes me

to stand
frozen
not wanting to hesitate
or

lose
the moment
the idea

the exquisite sensation

I savor your words
your breath

your touch


soft
or urgent
warm and smooth
I savor
you


You move me


in ways I never
imagined


in daylight
nor

dreamed

under moonlight.

Don't answer my questions.
The way
you move me

in every way

is enough.

I move
whenever
you

cross
my mind

cross
my path


I move
whenever
you cross my heart


I am moved

You
move
me

I am moving
I am moved