i believe you, your innuendo


you sparkle
with your gift
i slept next to you
last night
you are my wish, you know

and you are mine

where are you now
in this moment
stepping lightly
through misty time
with a fire not forgotten?

you say, don’t rush it
but stay on the edge:
your whisper…

to you i respond, i believe you
my secret:
your innuendo...

it’s time
to open the door
if ever so slightly
to me

i am here
and i knew you
before
i knew you were coming

© r.e.l. 1/28/11

image ‘Through My Window’ by Ron Moss

posted for Poetry Potluck week 20: Peace, Relaxation, Spirituality on Jingle Poetry