Longer

I'd talk the night away.

In your eyes,
I can see the universe
as it floats in your conscience.

To the time that we were together;
I long to hold you close
tonight.

In your deepest dreams,
I want to be the flower in your hair, the shining sun.
To the coldest evenings,
the fire.
Of marshmallows that melt into gooey goodness,
I burnt my tongue a few times
on the toasting fork;
But the sweet soothed the pain away.

You glance at my hands as they lay in my lap,
folded.
They are quite useless when you want to express the truest feelings.
A picture speaking a thousand words is worthless
if it cannot speak
your mind.
Lingering on the lengthy twilight,
its tail brushes past my cheek as it settles for the night.

The food in my plate is only to be served once,
eaten once;
The taste lingers
long after I swallow.

Like a faint dab of perfume through your sparkling strands of wet,
dark hair.

Closed eyes,
open senses.
I can see you still.

A song I know too well,
yet if I were to sing it;
I can't.

I won't either.

The parting words will be
remembered forever.
Say it carefully;
hold your breath
and let it go in our arms.

As you move away slightly,
I feel you going.

I said not a word of what
I'd written for you;
hoping you'd find that memoir
written in hiding,
left openly hidden in your hands.

You'd see a different me.
You'll see a different me now too.

I never said a word more, a word less.
I said enough to fill you with hope;
But now....
I'll talk the night away,
only to keep you here
a little longer.