For My Cathy
August 15, twenty eighteen,
a subtle meeting, unforeseen.
sensual hair, chocolate eyes,
a smile full of joy.
Soft touch, gentle kiss,
a sensation to enjoy.
But behind all the gentleness,
a thin veil hangs low.
It isolates pain from pleasure,
and separates the status quo.
Behind that sheer fabric,
awaits a life, taboo.
A place few have seen,
a place for me and you.
Two souls that ignite each other,
flames that may be twin,
Impossible to fall so fast,
but yet destined to win.
The connection is so powerful
there is no denying the feel.
Its scary and its frightening,
but it's also so, so real.
This kind of love is rare today
found in fairy tails and myths.
It is the stuff of legends,
the emotional pith.
You are my one true love,
in life, my forty-two,
everything else is futile,
except for me and you.
Warren Wurzburger
8/20/18
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