"US"

It's Monday morning and I am jealous of the mirror that has first class tickets to your reflection. I invite you to the company of my skin to a moment of freedom and the absurd. Allow me to take away your breath and the opportunity to take your time and make it ours. Every time I love you more...not changing you for anything. My story has already been written along with a book called "us"....Today the clock has become my worst enemy..Only here to steal away the minutes of hearing your voice over the telephone. I cry at the thought of yet another night without your lips againts mine. My pillow misses your smell and you miss the movement of your body within my sheets. Through your bedroom window the moon sneaks in while you sleep..softly sliding across your body..without your permission..making me jealous. Tuesday is almost here and every time.. I love you more...I beg for your company. But.. one day my path I will mark across your skin and without saying a word..tell you everything. One day...I'll read you my story...with first class tickets to a Monday morning of your reflection in my eyes.

By NORA