Today, this cold and drab day of late winter's first rain, I want to tell you of the place you have taken within me. Because your weather is cold and drizzling, mid-fall, late winter. And it's inside a little old car or a pick-up that we sit. Don't ask me questions, do not even ask yourself why, because there are no explanations of how you had found or created this place. Tall, wet pines. It doesn't matter because it is you and it is ours and we are together. We are parked along a roadway far from everything necessary to our lives, we talk of all sorts beyond the common place we live by.
I've never had such conversations with you, but I can imagine you think of all these things. It is in your attitude. That same attitude kisses me too, you know? I'd like to believe it is with your knowing. But wouldn't anyone like to be kissed by someone they find beautiful, especially when the care for a kiss is very much mutual.
I had kind of hoped that after the first couple of people found out and knew me, came by to see me. Maybe, a god maybe, would deliver you to me. And for that reasoning, now I am questioning. What meaning do you truly have to me more than a couple whimsical reveries I see laced with hauntingly empty roadways and tall trees? Cloudy, uniformly, with such cool weather and dark, richly coloured jackets on one another. And I am in your passenger.
( written February of 2011 - expanded July of 2012 )