Thoughts Of A Lonely Voyager Poem by Lonely Voyager

I am thinking every day
of traveling home to you
to touch your lips
like licking dew
from petals of a flower
and sense your skin
with the trembling tips of my fingers
until your being unfolds
and enhulls me
with your sweet scent of honey
and then, slowly
we indulge
in a closely embracing dance
leaving behind us
our existence
in never ending waves
of celestial music
until the golden glow of sunrise
opens our eyes
to discover a dream
we treasure
together.