Pondering
My Latin lover, somewhere, yet no where I can find
Missing his voice, missing his strength, missing his warmth, his heat.
He is gone tonight, only thoughts of him flood my mind.
He leaves me wondering if.
If we shall meet
If we shall ever be in arms reach
I want to dance his dance; I want to sing his song,
Listening to the deepness of his voice speaking into my soul, words that will
stay,
The sound of his voice is a sweet resonance, a sound familiar, echoing from a
distant past.
Feeling the touch of his lips pressed against mine.
Tasting his taste…only feeling, only touching
In wonderment, I ponder if he and myself are only a fleeting emotion
Like the dandelions cotton floating away fragmenting into tiny wisps.
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