Being near you
Is like dancing
Even when you aren't spinning me
Randomly across the sidewalk downtown
Just having your hand wrapped 'round mine
Gives me a tinkling little thrill

Seeing your eyes
Brown, blue, green, gold twinkle
As your bike crosses the street
And we see one another from a distance,

Walking into a room and knowing
Beyond a shadow...
We're together.  Yours/mine,

That's the one
The person
Slinking under satin sheets
Whispering, giggling
Your hands rough, calloused, working hands and
I am... in awe of you...
My head on your chest,
Your heartbeat: the clamber of a train,
Charging toward the next adventure.