Even though they have never met face to face
They have become lovers. He feels her next to
Him her skin touching his. Laying down to
Sleep at night he feels her breath on his cheek
Her body moving close to his. Sounds silly to
Some I suppose but we love God without ever
Seeing him so perhaps it's the same; love
Develops whatever the medium, be it prayer,
The telephone or the internet - love grows.
Love and affection seem not to be bound by
Walls, borders, rivers and seas, but are free
To roam whereever they will, and in that roaming
Distance is no object as from screen to screen
Fingers to fingers, heart to heart, love freely
Moves around the earth.
Matter where in the world they are, speaks of a
Language of love that travels without passport.
A mysterious agency that transforms thoughts
Into dreams and dreams into ethereal reality,
A diaphanous reality that may last long into the
Night and oftentimes until the grey light of dawn
Dissolves the illusion.
Stay with you tonight, let me run my fingers
Over you, let me kiss you where you might,
Find joy and excitation in a trembling sort of
Way, let me love you with a passion, let me
Hold you, let me stay.
Let me take you to distraction, where you mind
Won't let you go, let me take you to fulfilment,
Turn you over, love you slow, let me take you
To excitement, make a lonely night divine, let
Me touch you, let me love you, let me be your
© Joseph G Dawson
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