August 30, 2010

I NEED SOME MORE TIME WITH YOU

I need some more time with you
That’s what she said
I wanted more time with her
But she’s always one step ahead

I want the clock to take a ride
Get lost in time
So she can have all she wants
I honestly, just don’t mind

She makes the world a perfect canvas
Every color bright and surreal
Captures my emotions in high definition
Gives me her energy to feel

I need some more time with you
I opened the door wide to that thought
From heaven to earth is available
And in the moment we can get completely lost

She can make a speeding bullet freeze
Lift a beggar off his knees
Put slow motion in gear
Make conversation by blowing in my ear

If she needs more time with me
The world is out of tune
I know once we’re together
The planets will be aligned with the moon

The stars will take their rightful place
The inner will enter outer space
The galaxy will pose
 Mars and Venus will come together and let it flow

I need some more time with you
I’ve never heard that before
And she probably doesn’t realize it
She is poetic; my ear to hear, my sounding board

You can have more time with me
You can have my ink and my pen
If you will be my paper
Then the story can begin

©2010 Wayne Box Miller

August 10, 2010

EYES ON YOU


I have never seen or met you but…
I laid eyes on your words as if it were your body
I caressed every adjective and verb
Kissed your nouns until I became a pro-noun

I now desire to be a sentence that grows into a paragraph
A paragraph that ultimately becomes a page
 THAT page that becomes THE page in your love story
Over time I hope to be your only book
And you can pick me up and read me all over…
Again and again

I want you to turn my pages, turning me on
Take your finger and touch my every word
As you read about how much I love you
And want you

If its’ good go back and touch me again
Finding words and meanings that stayed hidden until the next time you read me

I have never seen or met you but…
I laid eyes on your words as if it were your body
I stared at the beauty of the thought that went from line one
To the last line done.

How can I feel you? Feel your touch?
How can I want you so much?
It’s because I felt the proposition in your preposition
I mean the way it was positioned on the page
Like its own language, a special set of words

I read between your…lines
Pulled the book closer
To get a better look
And the fragrance of your thoughts jumped off the page
A vernacular aroma lasted me for days and
A scent of what’s to come
Gives me a feeling you might be the one

But I need to keep reading
To find out if what I believe
Is the ending
With a period.
Or to be continued

But until then I will kiss your vowels
Until you tell me stop, throw in the towel
A; I O U that don’t I?
I want us to become consonant
In agreement
Make love heaven sent
Use all our words until we’re spent
Lose our breath cause we meant to…
Because I read between your lines
After I laid eyes on your words and determined
You’re so fine
To be continued…

©2010 Wayne Box Miller