Oh , how I wish that I could tell you that I love you!

that the declaration that courses through

my heart,

my soul,

my body. . .

could find it's exit and then,

with ribbons of love

weave around you and me until we cannot tell 

where one leaves off and the other begins.

If only my imagination was reality (but it's not)
You would be in love with me too
 it wouldn't be an easy situation
we'd have to settle for quality of time together 
rather than quantity,
but when I look at that face that I love so well
and will miss with every bit of my heart when it leaves me behind
I cannot help
that I Love you with every sub-atomic particle of my being
and that I want you passionately
in my dreams. . .
lips melting heat fairly sizzling against each other
then my lips
softly igniting every inch of you
tongue teasing. . .
volatile,
intimate, 
on fire,
feverish
like I could never possibly get enough of you;
that's how i would love you if I could.

Invitation, paramount, landscape, application, claim
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Love landscape barren
except for one beautiful
sign of life. . .
but I am barred access
I can only speak from afar
the answer I receive is kindness
but the gaze is not in my direction,
I am not of paramount importance.
The only beauty 
my heart can see, love, and want
is beyond description
in importance to me
the love i feel consumes me.
There is, however, no invitation to come nearer. . .
and my applications in this area. . .
gently and vaguely rejected.
So, I think I am paralyzed,
any claim of my ardent love and passion 
would only force
a kind soul to step out of character
in order to send me away;
a heartache I'd rather choose to embrace,
than to put the loved one in that place!