san diego, ca.
How long the hours, years,
Before we will touch?
Feel our invisible friendship of many long miles,
Always with you at its vivid center.
While the grace of your sensual neck,
Your curves, your lines, your sweet lips,
Are all in one motion...
All are unknown to me.
Your photo booth picture of a lovely, lonely you,
Reaching me over airwaves unaware.
I place you beside your words.
One way windows baring me your soul,
All I have of your soul.
I still can not see you in my dreams
Though you have promised me,
You will be there.
So please, will you accomany me,
Down our heavy, worded path,
Revealing every hard secret,
Every soft moment,
Our intimate exchange of ideas and hopes.
We will ride this invisible wave of friendship,
You and I,
Rising and falling,
Through peaks and valleys,
Across mountains and time,
Without ever resting our eyes,
Save on one another.
To my poetic inspiration...always.