Dear heart.

i cannot say how much
i miss and want you
i wish myself most
especially in the evenings
with myself
and moon on his way up
silently in my sweet heart songs
that i be
if only for one second
with she that holds my heart

your short pretty breasts i trust
to kiss,
and your hands to hold
yet neither pen nor tonque
can express
the hurt of not seeing you.
My only compensation
the thrill of anticapting
our next meeting

for what joy in this world
can be greater
than to have the company
of her who is the most dearly loved


About Sabuni

A computer scientist by, profession. loves writing, listening to jazz, country and the oldies.
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