I carry a piece of everyone
of every soul and every lover
that crossed my way,
a taste of pain from someone
and a sweet smile from another.
I carry looks given away
in moments of lost time
that my heart never forgot,
a touch of burning skin that one day
became encrusted with mine.
I carry sins of a passion caught
in the midst of my search for more
while I wait to see if I find
the love I had long before,
and when memories are all I got
I carry them in my heart entwined.
A borrowed love not mine to keep
with such delight for now to hold
it wasn’t used and just grew cold
and in my heart is warm and deep.
A loving look from someone stole
was meant to feed another’s eyes
but blindness set in between lies
until I grabbed and kept it whole.
A gentle touch that felt like mine
I held so close between my skin
not knowing then committed sin
but not to touch was just a crime.
A life with you is not what seems
while life with him a truth untold
your love, a look so close behold
when all we have is our dreams.
H.O. June 16, 2014
If kisses were free I would take a bunch to satisfy my need
for the touch of skin and the shape of hips
tight against my body,
because there is nobody
to quench my thirst for the taste of lips
while I dream of you and so far away
when in dreams I may
take you in my arms and satisfy my need.