Loving You

From a distance

A physical distance

I’m loving you.


Close-up in a fridge-cold


Scooped-up in creaking beds

We argue in our sleep

Moaning about love lost.


But from a physical separation

Our libidos flame up

The slightest touch

Brings us high-up.


Every time we have this

Tragic transformation

When we meet and I will

Leave again dissatisfied.


At the Red Tower’s refuge

I draw your erotic image

Your body sitting tightly

On mine.


Since my Muse had departed

To the ‘Big Void’

Love her – Love you

Repeats itself continually.

The artist in me awakes

I draw your thoughts

Onto my journal’s paper.

Loving You.uoY gnivoL





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