As I entered the room I could see you sitting in the corner booth. You had a bottle of Miller in your hand, staring out into space. Dazed inside a place far from here .... You looked so lost .... So distant. Sadness filled your eyes as dark shadows swirled among your soul. Blurry from Puddle of Mudd, Come Clean, blared through the speakers.
I slowly walked up to the bar to order a Tom Collins not able to look away. There was something about you that was so familiar. I took a sip of my Tom Collins as I peered over the rim. Your eyes floated across the room until they touched mine. I froze feeling your eyes melt into me. Lowing my drink, I stood with the pull that you had on me. I could not feel my feet moving as the gap between us filled. You stood greeting me at your end of the world in shadows. Without a word I slid past you into your domain with you sealing the entrance and my exit. Your knee rested against mine as you slid in close. I could see the pools of sea mist that hid just behind the iris, inside the porthole to your soul. We spoke volumes without a sound, drowning into each other’s ocean. Our flesh fused it’s self with just that single touch. I lowered my drink to the table not releasing your iris. Your fingers slipped to the edge inner lacing in that desperate need to hold on to that lifeline. Your pain flowed through me like hot liquid into the tips of my fingers spreading its way into the center of who I am. We were strangers lost in the realm of loneliness. You leaned your head into my neck burying your rivers of sadness as I carried you to a safe haven. My love covered you warming the ice that surrounded your heart. As your blood began to heat pools dripped to the bottom of your soul filling you in a hot spring of life.....

02/23/2002

Posted on 02/23/2002
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