I write this

I write this for me:

To imprint your gaze

behind the curtain of your eyes,

The sudden smile

when they notice me

I write this for me:

As arms connect

the line of a shoulder

and fade into a curl of hair,

A grey of beard

that patterns a cheek

on the kiss that I seek

I write this for me:

To remember skin loving skin

-the tremble within-

A sensation of touch

feeding my eye that adores

each hair on a torso

as it grows to the hip

I write this for me:

To endure the longing,

the touch of a hand

that stirs a harmony

within my soul,

connects with a scent

that surrounds the aura of you

I write this for me:

To echo an accent

when you’re not here

which silences my answer to mere wonder

and locks my lips to no word

I write this for me:

When your fingers strum a sound

that reaches into my burning soul

buried achingly deep,

and share the feed

I write this for me:

Because I know how infinite

your barrier always will be