Love Tears...Letter

Chicago, IL - Deno Sandz - Thursday, December 29th, 2005 : goo

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LOVE TEARS.......LETTER

OH HOW I WISH
That one night I could lay upon your sweetness as you sleep.
Turning thy body over with grace as a beautiful linen sheet.
Without the argument of NO.
But with the beckoning of YES.
Parting your letter Y to reach the ultimate dream of blissful reality.
Your softness and your compassion for my body upon you and subdued in you.
OH HOW I WISH
That an evening passes.
That you fall deep in sleep while I’m awake.
Knowing that I can and shall depart my solemnness of work or thought.
To undergo the pleasure of all men.
To take my love, whom I feel for so intensively.
To be the one who awakens her with pleasure only known to Angels.
OH HOW I WISH
That the position you fall asleep in is a signal for my arrival.
To land where no one but I have the pleasure.
OH HOW I WISH
Shall be only words on thine lips.
To be heard by only me.
Can not your heart, your beat of tenderness hear me call out to you in between the sheets.
OH HOW I WISH
That I could roll over endlessly to the one I love.
To fill her portal of birth, life, im-mor-ta-li-ty with my manly structure.
Without the sound of a sobbing , uncompassionate, invisible love felt "NO. "
OH HOW I WISH
I did not have to put my words upon paper for you to know the concern I suffer.
When the women I love, who resembles the stars, holds the power of the moon, will reconcile to my agenda.
Hoping that my agenda would be yours one day.
Before I say good- bye to life and hello to the music of heaven.
Place thy self in my shoes.
For to do so you would feel for what I feel.
That my love for you unfold.
I look upon you everyday, with passion amongst passion.
Love only gives to the one who’s worthy.
You are the one that I live for, pray for, and cherish.
What have I done to have to think of a verse so painful to say.
OH HOW I WISH
To thine own self be true.
It tis me who peeps through the barriers of your heart and soul.
It tis I who holds you dear to the gates of heaven.
It tis I who loves you.
Day light cast no shadows, but the night cast the shadow of your figure, so graciously.
Upon the sheets and covers you have no mercy.
The grooves that you have, strangle the bed for it can not adjust to you.
Where do I fit in when the night sheets have the pleasure to endure you?
Why not me being the one in sight of your love never ending?
I grow jealous my dear, Oh how I grow jealous of them sheets.
May I cut in to this dance that you do so well, as you toss and turn at night.
Can I dance with you my dear?
Can I dip you where you need to be dipped?
Can I spin you out of control to only grab you in a sudden stop!-- taking your breathe away.
OH HOW I WISH
That one night I could embark on this journey.
But imagination is the closes I will ever get to this reality in which I seek.
Please...... Say it isn’t so. This is my Love Tears...Letter

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