I would not want to let you go,
feeling your soft reaction to fingertips
touching your cheek,
your eyes searching for reason,
and me,
my eyes watching you,
the sweet response of lips that would touch,
if only in my imagination,
I could,
perhaps I would then,
hold onto your passion forever.
I was driving home tonight,
and took an exit that reminded me
of you,
everything I do,
the places I go,
when I can,
I remember looking to my side,
seeing you there,
perhaps a hand on my shoulder,
the most sensual nature
of sweet love,
a reckoning of our reality.
If when I do think of you,
if I might,
would you be alright
if then we might imagine
somehow, someway, if life were sweet,
if I could hold you … forever.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
