I’d be lying if I said
I have never…
speculated in my heart
what “us” might look like
yearned to be the target for
your hunger’s arrow
pondered freefalling
into your liquid pools of love
wondered what it might feel like
to hold your affectionate hand
imagined profound kisses stirring deeply
in places seldom seen
fantasized of whispers …
softly moaning in my ear
dreamed of someplace new
where merging souls confide
drifted off to sleep on a frozen winter night
wrapped in narratives of you
…I’d be lying if I said
I have never
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2003
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Author notes

People come into our lives for reasons, which are not always clear. With respect to relationships there are times when we allow our hearts to wander the path of illusion that leads to the door of intrusion. With flags up and red lights flashing we are reminded to honor that which is and detach from that which could have been. And so we love those who are not free to love us back from a distance. Not wrong, not a mistake just a lesson in love.
Written August 30th, 2003