BOUND PLANE

Wide awake at 2 AM

I can think of nothing else

'Cept your smile and your eyes

My God your eyes like glacial melts!

They pour themselves into me

Every time I fix your stare

Then I'm lost and like a child

- Caught so unaware

Hand in the cookie jar

I just want you next to me

I'm growing bold and I can say it

You are my sweet epiphany

If this world is filled with women

I don't think I'd ever know

If I can just be next to you

Caught well within in your glow

This is one of those poems

That I find it hard to write

But if I don't do something

It will keep me up all night!

Got to drive to California

But I'll think of you all day

Wish I was right there next to you

On a Houston bound plane