think of loving and being loved,
achingly sweet longing,
ecstatic joy, the long-remembered kiss,
a broken-hearted black soul — silent weeping,
gently touching you,
aware of the silken warmth
beneath my fingertips,
watching you as you journey — dreaming,
the way is uncertain…
scenes fading in and out
behind your closed eyes,
you don’t know the depths — of my longing,
you might be seeking me
in some other life where we loved,
hidden in secret places within,
i whisper my confessions to you — sleeping,
knowing my words won’t be heard,
my lips close to your ear,
“Think of Love.”
