In her heart,
I am the lover she thinks about,
the sea that has waters that are dry of the moisture they seek,
but never kissed, never held, love she has missed.
Wandering through her inner soul,
inner joys of the smiles shout,
her heart that kissed mine to feel what love is about.
In her mind,
I am her ear,
I am her release of fears,
sunlight trapped flowing through the sky.
Listening to her talks of life and her feelings,
never heard her sweet whispers in my souls ears,
companion to her songs,
compassion to her deepest tears.
In her flesh,
I am the dancer that never danced with her,
soft silk of a dress fits perfect on her body,
sweet waltzes in the moonlight, of hotness in dead winters night,
mouth that waters from churns in the stomach.
I am the dancer that never danced with her under the moonlight.
I am the soul that wanders, haunts her heart,
missing another the love,
not of fear,
but of being apart.
Albert Alexander Bukoski.©
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