Letters to the Dead: 7
In dreams, you kiss me:
wistful and greedy, desperate and needy
as every wish I ever dared.
You whisper,
"Your lips are sweeter than honey,
more intoxicating than wine...
The sun rises in your smile
and my heart rejoices
when you are near me."
I lose myself
inside your need, surrender
every secret place to your desires,
offer my
every adoration:
heart and mind, body and blood
every portion of my soul
yours to have and to hold.
Waking, I am untouched.
Halved, again...
every part of me my own and lonely,
aching for your kiss.
(c) May 17, 2005 Lucidscreamer