I thought I was happy alone. I did. I preferred it that way, most of the time. But I think now, I would really prefer not to be.
Ever leave a light on in your window, and look up on the way home, late at night, and see your room at a different angle? You realize how much it looks like a home, how someone could want to be there. It's strange and familiar, and it makes you want to look at it for just a bit longer before going back inside. The light the view, or the impulse that made you look up at just the right moment - all of these make the difference, and together, they make the ordinary more satisfying, and for a moment, magic, the best kind, the kind that you know where to find when you need it.
Some Kiss We Want
There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language- door and
open the love window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window.