Longing for his kiss
stings more with this distance.

Right here but drifting far
makes asking so much hard

errrrr.

Doubt creeps along inside
my thoughts, dark and snide.

Fear stalls my toungue and hands
mear inches from the man,

holding my heart aloft.
Oh please, oh please, be soft

to the tender beating muscle.
Internally I struggle...

Where is the sweet young lover
who frolicked under our covers?

Where is the witty man
to whom I gave my hand?

Where is the playful boy
that loves to steal my toys?

Where is my soul mate?
And is it... is it too late?