The View from There

When people look at us what do they see?
Married with children.
For all the world a pair of prolific producers,
Out with our little hoard.
An easy companianship, forged over years,
A natural evolving of love.

When I look at us what do I see?
Our time waiting to begin.
Looking for a sign that I can unlock the box inside me,
take the hook from the catch and open the lid.
Cross my fingers and steal myself to look inside,
hoping I haven't left it too late to look.

When you look at us what do you see?
Is this the whole nine yards?
Does she want me for my money, the security,
because I'm a good lay, because I'm a nice guy?
Or will she be the yin to my yang?
Can we be each other's morning, noon and night?

Thought Process

Its there, scratching at the edge of my thoughts
The idea, the solution, the last piece of the puzzle.
If I talk too loud or press too hard
It hides away, like a fearful child.
If I wait, if I can be subtle
It will tiptoe towards me
Clamber carefully into my lap
Wrap it's small arms around my neck
And embrace me.

Breathe me In

Stand still and face me
Until we are the eye of the storm
The quiet before the thunderclap
The rest before the note rings clear

Be quiet and hold my hands
Feel their warmth become you
My energy flow out to you and
Make a circle between you and me

Step close enough to embrace me
Your eyes looking into mine
Your chest rising and falling in time
And breathe me in

Love By Proxy

To you I give this woman fair
In my stead she stands so have a care
Her mind and wit, fleet as your own
Seeds of desire that I have sown

A princess you made her
But I am still the queen bee
Standing still for the world to see
That you are no more than a friend to me

When in my deepest heart recesses
A well of desire to love transgresses
Expands, spills and coalesces
Into a wedge to make the biggest of messes

Pain and anguish all abound
Her love becomes a baying hound
Crying, screaming her wounds to all
The siren sound of angst to call

You, confused, battered and then forlorn
Your delicate heart again was torn
As friend I came to rescue you
Found your heart and gave it back to you

But now we stand, an impasse is reached
A line I crossed, a taboo was breached
Though time will tell the damage done
Now my heart it cries for the wounds succumb

Quietly

I will tiptoe into your heart
Slide silently under your skin
Sneak into your subconsious
Until on day
I am innate to you

The Big Question

You are my rock, this I know to be definite
But are you my love rock?
Are you my buttered toast, my cat gotten cream?
Are you the having and eating of my cake?
Are you my love-rock-cake?

If I love you and give you my heart
what exactly will you do with it?
Will you treasure it, cherish it, protect it?
Or, will you take it for granted until it withers?
Is my heart safe with you?

When I am even wrinklier than now, so much so
that only true love can blind you
will it still blind me?
When we are raisins baked in the sun of years
will we still see the juicy grapes of before?

And what happens to your heart in all of this?
Do I get to see it? Can I touch it, hold it?
Can I take it home for the holidays -
it is a very responsible job.
Will you trust me to look after your heart?

Now that is a lot of questions, could take ages to answer them all,
perhaps a lifetime of time
Can you spare me that? Share it with me?
Do you have time to see
if indeed you are for me?