Morning Coffee...

[vulture]

To have spent these past decades...
...ten years shy of a century?
with you as my journey companion
would have been sublime

[hands clasped tight during phases
where life dealt us the gift of rollercoaster rides]

We...We could have laughed with happiness
into each others mouths as we kissed...
You could have brought me coffee,
two sugars and my slippers...

[I would have brought you red, red,
red as your lips roses and my undying
passion to make you mine and mine, alone]

Capricious kismet crossed our paths
entangling the chemistry of our souls
Damned destiny and frigid fate
sheared us apart, irrevocably

Leaving us nothing but these few moments
in time, stark with our urgent need spent
watching you, watch me, watch you...
Our breaths trapped in our throats...

All I longed for, was an amiable love shared well
all I craved, all I needed was to be held
in the warm brown gaze of your compassionate eyes,
the chance to touch fingertips, as you handed me
my morning coffee...

9/6/2011

[darkness0within]

I'm a bit of a romantic on the quiet. (Don't tell anyone.) And although this write has a sad melancholy as it's theme. I can tell this was written with much love. And that love is very special.

It's the mundane things in life that seem to have the most impact.

Such a good write Vulture.

[vulture]

Thank you for your read and comments, Darkness. And your secret is safe with me...

I was actually inspired to pen this by the romance between two men-the characters Captain Jack Harkness and Angelo Colasanto of the show 'Torchwood'.

[darkness0within]

Well you did a good job Vulture that's for sure.

Even so there has to be a part of you within the lines...

[vulture]

Yes, always...