i imagine –

days with you –

strolling through open doors,

passing through endless rooms of

contentment.

feeling close –

without the need to touch,

we’d share that which cannot be said.

rather than speeding straight into the

need –

by-passing the greed of

have-to-have –

lingering –

instead – on the very ledge

of – just enough…

your eyes hold secrets –

places i have never been –

realms of unclaimed pleasure –