My skin starts tingling at the sound of your voice....
My stomach drops out like on a roller coaster...
My face gets red...
I get hot all over....
breathless. ..
all from the sound of your voice...
This isn't really a pleasant feeling.....
Very overwhelming....
My feelings for you written plainly on my face....

E.J.M.

The trouble with us...
We could already be over and I wouldn't even know...

E.J.M.

75 moments to love you...
75 over this great span of time...
somewhere around 18 I loved you...
at 45 I told you...
I tell you every other time now...
mostly I miss you...
in 75 moments you became an integral part of my existence. ..
Funny how 75 moments can change a person. ...
what I want is different now...
you and I with all those moments. ..
I could spend 75 more and we'd still be the same together...
I'd still cut my hands up every time I touch you...
you'd still kiss me better...

you'd still go home to her and call me in a week...
missing me...
wanting 76 moments. ..
I guess I do to...

E.J.M.

Moments with you are better than our moments apart...
How is it possible to love you this much in a matter of moments?
Our entire premise is faulty...
In two years I have spent snatches of space with you ...
Mere glimpses of you...
Yet know you deeper than anyone....
All those times... if added up would be less than a month I suppose. ..
So long... Yet so infrequent. ...
I know your deepest soul..
As it meets mine in the moments...
Just tiny sparks ...
My life with you marked in exclamation marks....

E.J.M.

I wonder if you think of me in these absent times...
When days go by... do I cross your mind?
When we don't speak. ..
When I miss you everyday. ..
Is it the same?
I miss the sound of your name on my lips...
I wonder if I'm an after thought. ..
I can't live this way...wish days and weeks apart...
Without a word. ..

Yet I continue to...

E.J.M.

I can't un know what I know about you...
I still feel sad about the knowledge though...

E.J.M.

Moments ticking...
Time goes by...
I dream of dawn... orange red glow on the horizon. ..
Wind blowing. .
Fragile petals falling. ..
Caught in the breeze. ..
That sense of weightless falling. ..
That loss of control. ..
Decisions that are out of my hands...
The greenest grass..
The bluest skies...
That whipping wind...
I feel you in it...
Waiting for words that will never come. ..
Sun on my shoulders. ..
That flicker of sadness. .
A meloncholy nostalgic feel of you...

E.J.M.