I sometimes like to reminisce of what’s gone on before,
To think back on the good and not the bad.
But always looking backwards doesn’t do me any good,
I can’t change what I have and haven’t had.
I’d rather start anew with you, with nothing on our slate
And write our story fresh and unrestrained.
We could begin at any point and journey to the end,
Our words criss-crossing, never feeling strained.
I don’t think that our time is short but we must make a play
Leave fear behind and grasp what could be ours.
Sometimes my love for you hurts so much I cry out in pain
I want to feel the comfort of your arms.
I want to fuck you senseless and see deep into your soul,
And show you that there’s nothing left to hide,
To give myself to you without reserve or second thoughts,
I want to feel you naked at my side.
We can create a memory to last ’til our last breaths,
One that we strengthen each and every day.
I could not love you more and want to spend my time with you,
There’s nothing more that I can do or say.
I see myself in mirrors all day long…
in my car I catch my eye when looking back…
the hand mirror reflects harshly, critically, sparing me nothing…
not as forgiving as the mirrors in my home, gentler in the soft light.
In my eyes I see pain,
and I stare deeper,
nearly falling into the blackness
until I see a spark of hope and love.
If I could I’d break the mirrors
and shatter my reflection
and rely on what I know, not what I see
reflected in me.
I want a hologram of you when you can’t be with me
A life-sized, fleshed out form….
With eyes that follow me…
Body turning when I turn…
Visible desire as I disrobe…
And your erection so hard, watching as I touch myself…
I reach out to feel you
But my hand passes through your image
And you shimmer, flickering in the dark room….