Love Seat

it's funny, a writer, wishing that words didn't exist, but...

i wish there were times that we could sit down together, one on one, and just share a loving space.

i would sit across from you.  gaze into your eyes and smile.

breathe deeply

love deeply

share deeply

we could both place our egos on the back of our chair
and pick them up on our way out...
but for that time
we would be still and silent and smile.

i would tell you with my mind the beauty i see in your soul.
how you, in particular, speak to me in a way no one else can.
it is your art, your music, your writing,
your form of expression that touches a thread within.

your realization,
and subsequent creativity,
connect with another person,
another soul,
that must make it true.
true for at least two of us.