Ode To A Crimson Kiss Along A Sable Back

If I could keep you nestle in between my softness I would ...
I wish there were another taste I savored more...
A touch I desired more.... you are water to my dry places...
Air beneath my yet to reach heights...the ground that I wish to sit upon ...
The fire that kindles the quietly powerful places within me ...

My shadow is the only thing closer to me than you...I hate it sometimes ...
It seems cruel to a pessimistic hopeful such as myself ...
Always getting but never having.... the knowing is the worst of all because I cannot say...
Reality is too much even for the realist in you...
You know as well but refuse to say…
For you what if possibilities vanish like smoke against trick mirrors

What is truly real between us will never make sense ...
It will just forever be...
I wonder when I am older and I roll over to look at my husband in the middle of the night ..
Will I be searching for a bit of you in him?
When you are old and look over your life and the many loves you’ve had,
Will I still bring a smile to your face and a warm feeling down below...

When we tangle and mesh together I feel both young and old...
Each time is a bittersweet new remembrance to my soul of you ...
Soul mates are for living ...life mates for survival...
Age and jaded experiences of youth push logic 4ft ahead of speculative rationale
Leaving just enough room and distance to look back with fondness

The world is too hard to walk amongst daisies
When you know there are many thorns hidden along the path…
This I understand reluctantly
If the wheel of time could turn back then forward again
The order would be same only players rearranged….