My eyes get a tingling sensation from past memories and future dreams,
My mouth with an affirmation to mute dreamy screams,
My eyes luster, as sparkles from the anvil rise, well suited for your vision,
My tongue waxes eloquently the need for a bold affection.
Yet with all you are and have to your enviable credit,
It aches that you show very little that deserves merit,
And all your physical endowments have shown their limitations,
Failing to bring us out of our pitiful situation.
Promises were made not worth taking back,
And still I hold on to your belongings,
Possessing a fragrance one might never want to exude,
Embracing a pillow each day, imagining wrapped into your well built lusty muscles
But it seems like I’m just lost in fantasies over the discomfort of your absence.
I await your return …
To fulfill the fantasies i gasp each day,
Hoping for the day we reunite in close acquaintance
My absent love…