I know what I've done to you
and I know you hate that I think I can cup your emotions into these words
like it is a easy task of pouring coffee

I know I am disapointing like
summer rains in the desert
how I rushed in unexpectedly
with fits of wind beating down till my lungs were breathless
and my words and dreams expelled
completely saturating you

I know what it feels like when the whirlwinds disapate
how rain withdraws from your skin and re-collects elsewhere
leaving you wanting more
how uninvited you feel

I know you have been lingering on it
like sandlewood burning on my pourch in the evening
your vapor trails twisting through the sunset
I see your smoke singals, that you think your lost

I know that understanding it doesnt put me up
like the dream catcher above your bed
I have never been good at managing those things
and nothing ever turns out the way I imagined them to be

My love, you are so beautiful.
Your impatience with me is deserving
and there is place and a time for everything
for rushed rains
for vapor trails
for dreaming
there will come a day
you'll enjoy the visiting
and simply just existing

I know.

08/04/2005

Author's Note:

Posted on 08/04/2005
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