Da Mario se gepraat…

Waiting…

August 15, 2007 · 9 Comments

The wait until we next touch seems interminable,
   an ache at my center bringing a deep longing

  for the fullness that we know when together.

Apart, we feel each other’s words and thoughts …
Like the sympathetic vibration of guitar strings
  we share the same sensations,
  revel in responding to subtle nuances
  during our personal interactions.

We long to be close, touch,
   side-by-side dream lover’s dreams.
Drifting off to sleep with your head on my shoulder,
   awakening to soft kisses over a common mug of coffee.

Our longing – like our love – continues to mature and
   be refined with a purity of purpose.

Separated by miles or holding hands,
   our love stands alone as we speak
  heart to heart.

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