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How I would love to be yours
To hold you hand through all of this.
If age couldn’t be a factor
If our love was in proximity
If all the strings to be pulled
Weren’t pulled or pulled right
This separation wouldn’t exist
This bed in which I sleep
Wouldn’t be so cold in the nights.
My precious heart won’t be
Solitaire in its love
For I know it would be requited
A million days and nights—
A million hellos and good byes
All wasted away
Because your heart and body
Can’t be in physical reach
And you know in my fitful sleep
I dream only of you
An when I wake up
The first word expelled from my
Dry, mistreated
Lips is the name I know…yours.
My arms are permanently outstretched
Towards you
Even thought you’re invisible in your dream like existence
Only making itself on my way.
How I could just make myself
Take the restrictions away
From my heart
All so you could place
Your loving self next to me.
All so you could coexist with me
Hold me in your arms maybe
So we could maybe live well
With our fruitful hearts
Which were fulfilled in my dreams
And in total physicality.

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