The Aching Want

I remember the gazebo When I felt it was floating The two of us sitting on the wooden floor While the kids were doing nothing unusual Or very interesting But our eyes kept reconnecting And I felt the moment would burst... We talk only of work-related things Only gestures in response to the kids Our eyes in constant movement towards each other Mine to yours at least... And now I want all the inappropriate things A long smile, a hug, a kiss Extended eye-contact I want to sit with you in the park Kissing your ear, the one with two earrings Moving my lips to the warm side of your neck Deep back where the hair is, Then retreat And look into the big brown eyes The one's that crushed God himself And tell you with a fearful warmth That I can barely stand my love for you And that your very eyes upon me Is proof that God survived the crush And in fact uses them now To guide light into my world... And the catch of your eyes Rekindles that aching want. The only thing worth fighting for. Mi amore, mi amore, mi amore.