there are women who enjoy a romantic moment
but never share those occasions in return

my dearest love is a giver and a reaper

upon reaching work, opening my desk

there within is a card

pictured is a woman, hand upon his cheek

eyes boring into his existence
lips in an ecstasy of a promised hunger
bearing a message
you are never just on my mind
you live in it

inscribed in that pen i so admire

the day may seem to rob you of me

there is not a shadow within me

not filled with your every touch

not a crevasse without a bridge for you

to stroll across, be with me any moment

you are not on my mind, you live within

i stole these words from the poet

i so dearly love

but i stole them for you

more than a husband, you are my life

yet, more than life, a promised eternity

how these appear in my drawer

i have never found the source
never searched for a guilty face

but then again, i never wanted to
she who filled the depths of me 

deeper than my heart

she had captured my soul

there is an axiom

if you never have a question

you will never need an answer

with some women, answers are never needed
a smile vanishes any questioning

a simple touch
leaves all the senses reeling in ecstasy

1/30/19