Middle of the Night

She stands there, hands in the air swinging hip to hip, smiling, I stand here...watching... falling more in love with her waiting for her to walk over to me. But as I waste time away from her alone she looks right at me and heals everything inside me, the pain drowns the demons die the fire roars the tears dry up like the midnight breeze calling my name or the oceans waves singing in the middle of the night craving her touch her kiss her everlasting scent I can only dream, when she is away but no here she is standing right in front of me arms tightly holding me as she moves in to steal me some more.