What is this bridge I call trust now?
It is your mind that stuns me and how
you came to be so sweet of heart. See
my heart, I write no ending Symphony.
I play the music I pen with your name.
I think at what will reveal no game.

I hear the words you say to me each night.
My soul is strapped, bound along them tight.
Your laughter my delight, your soft humor treat.
I would walk proudly with you any of life's streets.
And I whisper, I do not know that I can,
of the wonders we may enjoy hand in hand.

I brave not to speak my love because a fire
consumes what it touches, bones of desire
torch the flames anew, the smokeless heat
dwells within the gut and bowels to defeat
misgivings, the lonely doubts, light the burn
of fever, the pangs of hunger that turn and turn.

Your face is darkened in my photo, but I see
arched brows of kindness smiling, to a fairly
imagined sea of green. In the shadow kiss
promised by lips pursing the want of this
long distance union, this meeting of horizon
of wishes, naked desires to join as a final one.

Will your eyes see as mine, mine as yours?
far past the face, the skin, the body, it pours
compassion, kindness, sympathy, to lay down
with the sick, seek to comfort, call the sound
of all is well, and kiss, yes, my fevered brow.
I, will be yours, be my very ground.

I would know your touch, the pressure of your hand,
the soft bounding of your lip as we walk this land.
I can not be broken or be lost in the black despair
when I have you to hold, when I have you to share.
I shall bring my honesty, my comfort and my pain,
for in my love is desperation, a mist, a weeping rain.

You are what I have sought in the painful years
of emptiness, the plodding trail, scattered tears.
There is a kindness to you, a joy to fill my ages
of loneliness, lift my depression, turn the pages
of mystery to solutions with so able distraction.
You, the one,~ Meet My Mind ~ in hot satisfaction.