Knowing

You came to me, strong and sure
You lifted me up with capable arms
You set me on my feet.
You hide yourself,
You hide yourself.
You say you want no one, everyone
And yet, and yet..
What about what I feel?
What about what I know?
My song, my voice,
Sets off longing within.
Yours, the same for me.
You deny yourself,
You deny yourself.
Your thick hide you think,
Has locked away the boy.
I see him,
I see him.
My arms are open wide for him.
For the boy,
For the man.
The little girl in me sighs,
The woman weeps and aches.
You take from me,
You take from me.
Do you not know?
Can you not realize?
Open yourself up wide.
I will keep you safe,
I will keep you warm.
Knowing.

Just so. 🙂 Thank you.

write a book of poems

You buying Mr. Taterman? I'll send you original copy, first edition.

Don't give anything away sell everything. Let me restate that don't give your books or worth away.

Thank you Tate, I'll keep that in mind. Keep your eyes peeled for real estate for me then please. When I'm a best seller I'll have to spend some of it somewhere. 😉

Buy in the grand caymans I will come to you.

Well hell man, that's the best birthday present ever. What should we do first?

And if you mean the Caribbean Islands, that is far too hot for me. I'd melt like an ice cream in the sun and be red as a lobster. I was thinking something more along the lines of cool, rainy, very green.

Happy, Happy birthday baby.

Thank you Sweetheart, very much.