What A Fool Believes
Strong hands like yours make me desire
The wrought passion of your embrace
And lips mahogany like Gram’s plum wine
I have dreamt of how they'd taste
Deep like waters your eyes they quell
I lie motionless in your stare
And like waves I crest….
For soft caress,
but I'm dismayed to find nothing there.
Bedazzled by such imagery
Of the things I’d hoped you’d be
Now lost adrift in shallowness
I sail on faithfully.
The dream for me so bittersweet
But with time these pains shall pass
And I was truly feeling you My Brother
For much more than your____or your ____
©T’jai 2011

1 comments:
Beautiful words, wonderful poetry, sad and filled with regret, but it's ok. You are an exceptional man, you have always been and always will be... Warm regards. Piotr.
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