I feel that I lose you over this distance,
over these waves of sadness,
over these words that escape the meaning
that I was meaning
I fear that I lose you
with three months ahead
of work and no play
of learning to love my way,
but I haven’t yet been there
I don’t want to lose my golden boy, my wanted love,
I’ve been looking for you, you know?
I’ll follow your body like a road map,
I’ll kiss every mole and I’ll make shelter
in the broadness of your chest
and in the warmth of your arms
And even if the words fail me
and I get lost in translation,
I’ll let my hands tell you about my love.
them getting tangled in your hair,
caressing your face,
lingering in your touch,
every time I am near you
There are still storms that will catch us,
there are insecurities and fears
and differences between us,
but I believe our hearts listen better,
and they are listening.
I love you
