When distance divides us
Depriving me of your sensual presence
Slowly my heart descends into weakness
And loses the connection to your soul
Tormented by the fact that I can’t feel your skin against mine,
The warmth of your breath down my neck,
Your breasts against my chest
Insomnia floods my dreams
But still I’d rather endure such torments,
Than not be with you at all
So I rise from my fall
And stand tall
Though occasionally my ears are able to be graced by your presence,
Often my eyes are deprived of the same
The yearning desire to feel your lips caressing against mine-
Consumes me with the intensity of anfractuous time
Yet still, I remain patient
Substituting your being with the scent of your sweat that intoxicates my soul
And for a while hallucinations cloud my heart and numb the pain
My sanity returns
Then I miss you again
And the only way I can see you—
Is by doing this memory on replay
But just so you know: -
The sound of your voice is sufficing enough to make me want to stay,
Never to go away,
Waiting with each passing day
And though we're apart
We are always close at heart
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