Absent Lover
My lover holds my dreams
in her delicate palms
A soft haven for my soul
and refuge for my deepest emotions
She is my sun
and I orbit around her from a distance
Close enough to feel her glorious warmth yet
far enough away that she may
confuse me as something else-
A reflection, a glimmer in the night sky
full of celestial orbs, glowing and twinkling.
I have run my fingers through her
heavenly locks and caressed her silken face
Elated, like a blind man seeing his first sunset.
My lover only reciprocates
in my thoughts and idle dreams
She knows my name yet she
has never cried it out in the throes of
passion or rage that only lovers feel.
Through my mind we live in glorious extacy,
completely devoted to our boundless love.
In life I walk down cold, dank streets,
Holding the hand of an absent lover.