she is on the other side of the window

[from a coffee love letter - poetry]

close
 she is beautiful
 she is feeling older
 she should be loved
 i could tell her, touch her, be
 a tonic
 to tiredness
 to ennui
 to feeling less
 i could ask her
 i could bring her
 love

i breathe nearby
 she would not understand
 still i watch her
 through the glass
 and I want

i want

i am in love with loving her
 i am in love with this feeling
 i guess
 i am in love

i know

she is an object of affection
 she is beautiful
 she is my imagination
 of the lazy kisses
 of a gray day
 like this day
 where we do nothing
 but kiss
 and cuddle
 until we must get up
 to find food

i know

she isn't the one i'm looking for
 i don't know that
 but I know
 she is beautiful
 and that is enough

that is enough for now

4-23-13