Where Is He Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

The distance of night that befalls her eyes are crying in the seas of his love.

She reaches for his smile and finds his silhouette dancing in her hands for nights to embody her.

Tasting the moist lips of his love from under her dreams she engulfs the fires of his rain.

He was here in my eyes with long-lasting emotions of distant love that we created in our carnage.

Time arrested us within our love and we mastered the sheets of love with sheets of explosions.

You have been gone as long as it takes vapor to disappear and my world is condemned.

Her fantasy erased the misconception of his hands on another; he beheld her and life faded into another dimension.

The stars of his love stretched her being across the galaxy of his thrusting body and she transformed time.

They engaged the moon in the rain when their hearts exploded on the Milky Way of their runway.

Cascading the stairway to heaven they corrupted the planets with fierce throttles of their wayward love.

Her dreams are vast and lonely when she holds him under her bridge of no return.

Where is he when my constitution of love is fulfilling my body of trauma he left behind?

Written by Theodore Mosley

August 10,2018