...my lover walks with me...

I roam these mind-less streets and…think on you…on the scent of your spirit…/rousing me to burn each morning as i…reach for you…on…/warm breathy kisses on my…inner curve of my...thigh…distracting…disarming…so…off the beaten path/on sitting across from you at that…café table…/separated only by…single yellow rose…coffee carafe and blueberry scones…/I smell your linen shirt…Armani Black Code and…pine cones…/on finger painting on baldness of your scalp…/tracing your train of thought…erasing memory of that…last time we fought…/on …falling asleep on your back…lazy Sunday afternoon…those idyllic days were over too soon…/on…how you are forever close to my mind…elusive section of my soul I never imagined I’d find…/and in fearful happiness…trembling contemplation of what has become inevitable loss…/I kneel in chocolate-wrapper littered street…and say a prayer for us.