What it is important to forget all about is this wish,
in what would be your classic bated moment,
about the time you think you’re going to have to give up,
lose it, then hold back a bit, hold on, focus on how
I love it when you sway here on my chest, smile at me,
your hair brushing, the pressure felt of love and you
caress, hands soft and flowing, calm water I,
rippling just at touch over bone as you come down
and wash me clear and clean, I pray some young man’s dream
that wakes me up without you there to stare
into my eyes gone squinting old to see you, try
to see you, see you not, petal on the wind
flown off, me kiting soar away on strong gusts
that blow me back to my self so hastening down
the short side again of taking you in and out,
yet I should forget how I do recall sometimes
how I blew you in, but then you blew me out again.
Lanning Lee 