Thoughts
Thoughts
Thoughts of – conceived within the womb of my mind.
Reality of – to abort, it is her desire to kill before birth- so unkind!
Thoughts of – but this old man’s illusion.
Reality – built upon the fragility of dreams, desires, of delusion.
With you- I have felt / feel not but confusion.
Love, respect, consideration – from you I would love to find.
Passion – making love with you – this would be sublime.
Oh !, how I would love to reach / touch the end of my time
in the arms, the glory, the thoughts of – beyond this rhyme.
It seems – from your words, your actions, there will be no fusion
of mind, body, soul or spirit in the lives of us two.
Alone – there will be I – elsewhere - it will be, for you.
B.J.”A” 2
January 27th 2007
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