And I Know

It is just another day

(How many such stories begin this way?)

slight fever, mighty tired

I‘ve nothing in me that will last

gonna get fed, go to bed

for the rest of the day I rest,

that’s the best that can come to pass.

In the subterranean station

waiting for the train delayed

I look up,

eyes rise with the vapors from my cup

and there you are

and the space between us warms

with your smile of recognition

and your approach

I swear, hemmed in by light.

I have only three stops to work this out

this mystery of corporeal light

that you do emit

that falls upon me in a grip

and my heart squeezes

a little bit tighter, even I both ill and tired

down in my depths, there sparks a fire.

We make plans later for coffee,

What medicine can this be?

the panacea called desire,

the fleeting prophesy of potentials

of something that may transpire!

Coffee time, I bring that

silly gift of leftover cheese cake

you think me odd and a bit of a cheapskate

You say, Wow! with your tongue in your cheek

My smooth operator was always a bit weak.

We talk books, we talk travel,

we talk dreams and defeat

We talk life

and our eyes meet

and the fire grows

Your hand touches

 mine

and I know.

I watch you board the bus,

in those jeans, (those legs!) and you turn and wave

in a way that says what words can’t say,

at least not on a very first date:

they say I could be yours.

I could be yours.

and I could be yours, too.

And I walk that familiar street

it is altogether a brand new place

feeling your silk electric fingers

hearing the tessitura of your voice

and seeing the indelible vision of your face

as your guard broke momentarily with a smile

the beauty of laughter colored just so with pretty pain

some shadows still remained, but there is a light

still lots of light, and it follows you still

and it lights my way home tonight.