Just A Reflection.

I come closer, drawn in.

Deep behind your eyes I see

always a mirrored

reflection of me.

Lips kiss, such heat

a rush of blood,

the taste, so sweet.

I hold your face,

a lover's touch.

This man I see

I love too much.

I drop my hands

let them fall.

Replace your picture

on the wall.

This man I love,

yet cannot have.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Again, for Don, a very special man.

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Melancholy Bittersweet

Longing is cousin to grief and loss - Fine expression of the unattainable for whatever reasons - Lady A



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Yes, they all hold a great

Yes, they all hold a great deal of pain. Thank you for your kind comments Lady A. Sue :-)