Musings by The Poet Loriet
I Believe
You said it wasn't real,
that I misunderstood...
So, tell me,
what was fake about
the way you stroked my hair,
murmuring, "I'd forgotten...
how thick your hair is,"
the way you planted
lingering kisses on my lips,
sighing, "I'd forgotten...
how soft your lips are,"
the way you held me
as if you never
wanted to let me go.
You looked deeply into my eyes,
covering me with constant caresses.
"It just felt natural," you said,
"like the thing to do
at that particular moment."
You explained further,
"I'm a boy ~ you're a girl...
Of course, we feel this way!"
Your theory is empty,
leaves me cold, unsettled.
Your touch was infinitely warm.
I know it was for real.
If you'd just trust
what's in your heart,
let my love melt
your self-made barriers,
then the two people
that used to be a "WE"
could become real
once again.
Please, let us happen.
Lori Beal
that I misunderstood...
So, tell me,
what was fake about
the way you stroked my hair,
murmuring, "I'd forgotten...
how thick your hair is,"
the way you planted
lingering kisses on my lips,
sighing, "I'd forgotten...
how soft your lips are,"
the way you held me
as if you never
wanted to let me go.
You looked deeply into my eyes,
covering me with constant caresses.
"It just felt natural," you said,
"like the thing to do
at that particular moment."
You explained further,
"I'm a boy ~ you're a girl...
Of course, we feel this way!"
Your theory is empty,
leaves me cold, unsettled.
Your touch was infinitely warm.
I know it was for real.
If you'd just trust
what's in your heart,
let my love melt
your self-made barriers,
then the two people
that used to be a "WE"
could become real
once again.
Please, let us happen.
Lori Beal
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