I lament the roses I can no longer bring
Anticipating a passionate rendezvous in the black alone
There is a message only charged naked bodies can send
Passionately writhing a morse code of desire
Broken by deep moans and shouts of ecstasy
If I could look in the drowning pool of her eyes
I might see hatred, lust or both
But I only know the nothingness left behind
Shattered trysts and love cast asunder
In my dreams I find a day that swiftly dies
Where I once again am the lover and a god
Draped in an ocean of shifting sheets and orgasmic waves
Cry me a river she said
And I have made an ocean on this page just from what we never had
What have you done for me lately, my darling?
Such questions do not stop the rain
But they do slow the torrent down a bit
In those weak moments of hunger
That come when you think of loss
And the feel of a woman
Who loves you being so close
In the darkness.
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