Sunday, January 17, 2010

Missing Ursa Major

You are nine hours ahead
And you left me morning messages
That I would read as I walked in the morning light
They were always very sweet and endearing
I loved reading your thoughts
You are a man full of such intense passion
No mortal woman could handle the fire in your desire
You made things so incredibly hot all the time
Now that you are gone from my life
I feel the absence of your presence
And yet I never physically touched you
You were images on a screen, a voice on my phone,
mere words that we shared
And yet I felt like you were really near me
touching me, feeling your warmth around me
Taking my body to new heights of pleasure
There was a overwhelming sexual hunger
undeniable chemistry where our hearts threatened
to breakthrough drumming madly
whenever we had an encounter
I could hear your deeply accented voice in my head
so sexy, so rich that it resonated through me and thrilled me
And now all I am left with is your emails,
your voice messages, and images of you
I will look at them over and over
remembering my fiery passionate lover
who had a primal need stronger than his wits
and it lead him to be careless and neglectful
to the point that his spouse took notice
and confronted him with the truth of his affair
troubled, confused and filled with guilt
he told all and everything came falling down
the door closed and will never be opened again
I miss you, my friend, my love and will always think of you
when I look up into the stars and see the big dipper
Ursa Major will be my reminder
Forever of our short adventure
In this secret space

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