SW (01/12/1970 / Richmond, VA)

Our Garden Of Love

I wish there were a portal
that could send me back to the time
we met in the garden of roses:
you would embrace me tight
like a baby in his mother's arms
while I sipped honey
From your sweet lips.

I long for the touch of henna tattoos on your back
I yearn for the soft caress of your round breasts
I crave for the sobs in the midst of pleasant pain
mixed with squeaks of a clapping bed.

And though day trudge like weeks
week crawl like months
months trek like years
hopes droop and wither
and promises take forever
I will always dream
of seeing you again

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Comments (2)

Love this poem. It touches in right places.
this poem has a lot of depth. It says a lot about reluctant love.