melind4

i imagine sharing slow sweet passion with a nonexistent lover.
my breath is ripped from my chest as i embrace  the heat of his mouth
it’s still about the eye contact, about that sweet spot on his neck that i just can’t resist,
about that rhythm created as our lips part and find each other again.

i can feel your breath
from a thousand miles.
the heat takes my attention,
the wanting takes my soul.

garlic

scents the crisp air.

black beans, tortillas, and

spices. i ache to welcome the

full moon.

yellow

moon on twilight

breathes amaranthine clouds

there’s nothing more perfect than this

moment

I cry at the possibilities I thought left me long ago.
But they never left; I just lost sight of them.

I can’t see your face
but I can feel it;
the heat of your breath and your skin
as you lean in;
the softness of your lips
in the rugged stubble of your beard.

I can’t hear your voice
but I can read your words;
the humor always
brings a laugh;
the acceptance always
brings a smile.

I can’t feel your touch
but I can sense your heart;
your kindness
touches me;
your love
makes me sigh.