Yes, a second poem just for you,
and a third and a fourth
and so on, and so on...
My verse for you is as inevitable as a heart beat
or your next quiet breath.
You draw words from me as easily as water from a well,
I can do nothing save put them to paper.

There are times when I am lost,
overwhelmed in a flood of words and ink,
all flowing toward you,
your beauty and your willowy grace.
Toward your eyes, the two azure stones
God cut from the sky itself
and set neatly in your face.
And toward your laughter,
a piece of stolen sun, pilfered and swallowed
only to stick in your throat
lighting the room each time you laugh.

And yes, I know that I am trapped afar,
my way to you barred by another
who knew your worth before your fine form ever graced my two eyes.
I know that I am to observe until you two until,
like a forked road,
you diverge and go your separate ways.

For now I am alright with that.
To watch you dance
(delicate steps and delicate smile)
is enough to content me, no matter who your partner may be.
I am happy to watch you and wait,
and to woo you from afar.

AcB 11.10.00