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Another morning, another evening in which you walked through my dreams like you own them.
And perhaps you do.
And often I have woken up, put my cloths on, walked to the kitchen to start the water, your arms are still around me and your hans aree still in my hair. The words you spoke to me, during the night still ring in my head and heart. Wile I put the kettle on your arms go around my back, and your face in my neck. I wounder sometimes, if I turn around, will you be there, behind me. I could put my back to the counter and face you again. To see you, touch you, and kiss you. But whenever I turn around, your not there.
Sometimes I day dream that I will be in a meeting and you will open the door, come up to me, and grab, holding me close.you would take my hand and take me away. That is all you have to do, no words, nothing. That is all, you have to take me away from all this. I would choose to live a life working my fingers to the bone if it would be with you, if I were to feel like I did with David... he is no linger in me, no longer part of my life, you are now. I have no feelings fore him now, they are now yours. You make me feel new. So who are you? If ever you would share with me your good and bad. I am a man, poor, a worker. Ki am faitfull to the person I'm seeing, contempt with what I have, I am emotional, a slave and free man, no man and a lover of man. I am a man of secrets but an open book, so ask me and I will answer you.