For Torres
Awake in you
the wonder of my tears.
Unrequited touch no longer my fear.
Physical act so good is sin.
Thoughts of suntanned body
above the white of my skin.
Comforting pictures in my mind.
The work of your brown eyes shine.
Your voice melts away any remnants
of my walls of stone.
All this combined my love
sends me into a world divine.
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