there is no peace tonight
my loneliness cries,
shattering the wall of stagnant silence,
begging for your embrace...
i want to hear the soft sound of your breath whisper
through the night
as you lie beside me,
strong hands holding my heart
i need to watch you sleep again,
for the hardest man becomes a boy at night
in the depth of dreams:
skin still and peaceful,
face sweet and innocent,
bare chest rising and falling
like a salty ocean wave
(that tiptoes up the sandy shore
and traces down in steady rhythm)
i miss the way our hair gently tangled
and twined together
as our bodies turned and twisted
through the night...
i fell in love with the scent of you,
the manly musk of virile earth
between your thighs
i wonder if pictures are painted
on the inside of your eyelids:
do i star in your dreams
as i did in your life?
we once slept so close it was hard to discover
where you ended
and i began
you always slept so soundly:
no worries or regrets to cloud your mind.
i wish i could slip so easily--
but you are the one addiction
i lack the will
to fight
though distance draws a gaping gash
between our bonded souls,
my heart has not forgotten...
the sweet sound of your breath,
the stillness of your face,
the soft scent of your skin,
and the perfection of our love
