Among the Audience.

Standing among a crowd of many different than my own kind.
Semi out of place.
Half curios about the figure standing upon the stage in front of me.
Half dreading the drunken bodies beside me.

Mind drifting,
With the beat of his drum.
Body swaying
With the movement of the audience.
Its just funny
Because although the laughs behind me
And the leather jacketed - blunt rolling fucks in front of me,
All I can think of is you.

How much you'd enjoy the sound eminating from each speaker
In each corner.
How much you would smile at each sly comment he mumbles
While he tunes his guitar, plastic cup of whiskey in hand.
Eyes are slits.
Red curtains behind him.

The two of us would gaze at the lights shining onto his existence.
While his slurred singing stirs the clapping.
And we would stand close.
Close to each other.
Because I like the way it feels
When your body is against mine.

You may be dreaming right now.
Slight purrs from the kittens you house, at the foot of your bed.
And even though I wished you a well nights rest,
While standing on the outside of the place where his stage remains.
I savored every bit of your voice that my ear drums captured.
And I sure hope you sleep well, dear.
Because I know you work so hard.

Your heart beat is now slow.
And your breath soft, and subtle.
I wish I could run my fingers through your hair.
But well, I'm here.
Standing among a crowd many different than my own kind.
And all I can say is
I love you, I love you, I love you.