Foreign Sands Poem by Daniel Adams

My baby stands on a foreign sand,
His heart aching and has an empty hand.
He wants nothing more than a loving kiss,
And thinking of this he starts to miss.

His boy is standing looking out to shore,
Wanting and longing for nothing more.
Than him to be there, standing on the sand,
And fill his lovers empty hand.

Each boy longs to see the other,
And take joy in their love for one another.
And I know somewhere across the sea,
My baby is there - and he loves me.