Waking In The Cold
A whisper of love is my only desire,
when eyes open, to feel her nearby
but this is a tragic melody on a wire
the sort when heart pleads good bye.
Have the many years we wander one
become nostalgic by sweet virtue alone
or are we that cold –
we cannot even find our way back home.
My memories are lustful effort to ignite
a fire inside a woman of desire’s abandon
so delight is the eye of passion in flight,
reckless withdrawal to return with tongue.
Yet did you feel my hands hold on tight
I would recognize a need to give you my
love in every pore of my skin each night
only to years later lay alone to wonder why.
Unable to dispel the chill in the air I sob
losing the hope to further find soft memory
or am I that cold –
I wonder if my solo life is my only legacy
Within the eyes of society we stand together
yet the internal storms measure our weather.