Myself

Whenever, I start writing I know I am giving a piece of myself. These ideas and thoughts bubble to the surface like air does when forced underwater. With every word I write, I know that someone...somewhere will be inspired. Whenever I write I share something burrowed deep within the vessel of my body, almost like a journal. The thoughts of my inner most self put on display for many to view.

Something of my inner core moves something in myself, I find that words can't help but pour from me. They form complex and simple phrasing that makes me crave the need

to write even more.

I can't stop myself.

The Hour of Waking

I know you will be reading this soon upon your waking

and feel that before our secret meeting that I say to you.

I love you forever, I like you for always

Together forever my cowboy you shall be.

I love you.

Something Like a Secret

I can't stop the aching pulse between my ribs, not even my own breath is safe

my mind and thoughts and ideas aren't either.

Whenever I actually stop to think you are always on my mind

whenever I lay in bed at night and hear the soft notes echoing from the radio, I think of you.

I glance at the clock and wonder if your eyes are wondering the same direction.

I stare at the night sky, my thumb imprinting the moon,

I know you are doing the same, no matter where you are the moon is always as big as your thumb.

I know that with every breath and exhale I am exhaling a piece of you. I can't escape your presence.

Though I am content knowing that I am bound to you in more than just the physical aspects...you actually care. When I ask myself about your connection, I find I do do not care much, to understand it...just as long as you

remain

forever branded

within my soul.