I had visions of late nights
With you seated in my comfy chair,
Belting out improvised blues, while
I loosely strum the 12 bars and 3 chords
That tell my life’s story.
We would create
Passionate songs about love and lust
Building a unique rhythm
Formed only by us.
Like two dreamers
Who melt into a single fantasy.
Somehow I feel your pain.
As two broken flowers
Along separate paths.
Trampled by the same careless foot.
Marching off to a misunderstood destination.
I wish I could have your eyes.
So when I look at you you could know true beauty.
I wish I could have your hair.
So you could smell your sweet aroma on the pillow next to me
And if I could have your skin
You could feel the soothing electric charge that comes from being caressed by you.
And if your lips were mine you would feel the warm gentle passion of kissing you.