There is an entire universe of hope in a single flash of her smile.
There is a golden sultry light in her eyes,
like late afternoon in the tropics.
I am drawn to her, willy-nilly,
As she sits crossed legged on the old rattan sofa,
Propped up by large squashy cushions.
If I could just hold her in my arms.
If I could feel the warmth of her body next to mine.
Were she to breathe gentle sighs against my cheek.
If I could feel her sensuous curves.
I would be perfected. Entire.
I would inhale her glorious scent,
In that moment of completion.
All my cares would simply fall away.
If for one moment she would accept me.
I would be realized at last and made whole.