This Must Be.. Now Again Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I told myself this would be the last time,
The last time your thought would cross my mind,
And At that moment,
I realised I lied to myself,
As the thought of you came crashing hard,
Crashed like heavy rain hitting the shingles on the roof,
Crashed like soaked sandbags drenched in rain, an attempt of blocking, the coming of your thought, as it crashed like a flood,
Soaking each fiber with its thought, before giving way to it's submission,
A Concrete mixture, now hard,
Still within the bag, congealed,
As The streak of lightning that scars the sky,
Striking quick, fast, then disappearing without a trace,
A reminant of the eyes I use to stare into,
Who knew eyes could hold hands
The way ours did, in the midst chance turned to choice, to explore the stairs that leads to your heart,
One that sprials, the curvature of each kiss,
As The hand written letters, silently passed to and from without our knowing,
Those devilish eyes, exploring
The constant thought of need without permission,
This must be temptation,
To see you, everytime my eyes close,
A courtship of fantasy,
As all I could dream, were the sips of nectar taken from your honey suckle lips as your stare became mine,
Was love in fact made,
A definition, a certain purpose to feel such a way,
Like a lost puppy knowing only it's owners touch,
Searching high, low until it's warmth is found again,