You could have been anywhere in the world
but you are here, with me.
You could have been
enjoying the glories that brighten your youth
but you are here, breathless,
unable to declare the bliss, or otherwise
that my company gives birth to.
I have not much to say
but linger on still
in the brightness, and sweetness
in the greeting of your eyes,
the warmth of your hand,
and delve the simplicity of your lure.
Our hearts beat so loud,
the neighbours think we are fucking
yet I am trying to find the nerve
to touch your fine face
and say the words that are
escaping a temperature that’s
causing a trauma in my bones.
It is a sweet, and peculiar pleasure,
and blissful is me
who such happiness has found
to possess moments of pleasure
with a beautiful soul.
Sunday, March 2, 2014.