I know this poem is not very descriptive (and maybe cliched as someone told me...) but it was hard to find the words when you really haven't done all the things I mentioned. There also isn't really a structure because I spoke my mind and wrote freely. Plus, it's like 2:00 AM as I am writing this (of course I am only posting it until now--10 something AM) , sooo yeah. I'm just really tired. So here it is.
The way you hold me in your arms
It's something I recall to be pure
But then...wait
I cannot recall this nor can I say it is pure
Because although we are in love
Never have we touched in a way that says
"I love you"
Only once has your hand merely brushed against my skin
But that quick, light touch was all it took
I fell for you and yet
Never have your guitar strumming fingers
Interlocked with mine
Never have your sweet, supple lips
Gently kissed me
Never have your delicate, well-played words
Been whispered in my ear
Never have you held me in your arms
And so we wait
For the moment we can do all the things
We long to recall
For the moment we
Fall in love all over again
For Anthony James. I love you.
