The Two of Us
You touched my hand
in the pouring rain
and I felt such need for you,
overwhelming me.
We had only met
two glorious days ago
but I knew in my heart
we would be together
for the rest of our lives.
You put your arm
around me as
you protected me
from life
and we entwined
as one person
understanding that
the other
must be an individual
and yet
would be and do
what was best
for us both.
The sexuality was hot
and passionate
but there was more
than that -
we cared for each other
and wanted the other
to thrive and keep
their uniqueness, and
develop their talents,
achieving their wants
and ambitions.
And now, my heart breaks
and I cry, alone,
when you aren’t looking,
as I see your illness
take big chunks of you,
swallowing your strength
and robbing me of you,
little by little.
But still, I feel the same
as in the beginning,
as we remain,
loving one another,
just you and I,
the two of us.
“We” were there before we knew it
You and I
I never knew when it started
No. When I started.
When I started thinking about you and I together in one sentence, in one verse, in one thought.
You were just someone dear to that someone who is a dear to me.
It was your name that has always been present from that someone's lips.
And I?
I am nothing.
I am just the one listening to stories about you.
I knew from the very start
You are special.
Not to me yet but to them.
To them who are special to me.
Perhaps that's the reason why
You seem special to me too.
You've been planted inside my mind and my heart without my permission because of the deeds you did for them.
You and I were never meant to meet.
But then, I made my move
To be close to you, to know you.
It was then, just a curiosity.
Yes I want to know you personally to calculate you, to know how accurate they were in describing you.
Time passed
Another year came
Then you are part of my work too.
I'm not supposed to know you yet
But you were there and I?
I was not able to control my self and approached you.
It was the start of the on going story of us
The start of the exciting, unpredictable, ups and downs, mood swinging story of you and I.
hanging by a thread
your lips take my earlobe prisoner
warm breath on the nape of my neck
fingertips trace patterns on blushing flesh
before closing the distance
between the blooming valley
and home
honey whisky gets lost in cerulean depths
your forehead takes rest on mine
and your lips part
giving way to a
longing whisper
"just one more minute"
You and I
I want
To wish
There's something
There
More than
Just one
Weekend
Shared
Under the cover
Of the stars
More than
Anything
I want
To wish
That's not it
Because
I can
Remember everything
Everything
From your
Gentle touch
To the taste
Of your
Toothpaste
On your tongue
I want you
To tell me
That
My wish
Isn't hopeless
Tell me
That you
Want to wish
There's something
Here
Because
More than
Anything
That's all
I want
The two
Of us
You and I