Pretend this poem is me, and I am
with you;
I hold you in the circle of my fire.
Come into me, and time and space will vanish,
You and I alone, joined at the root.
There is a special room where I am with
you;
I close the door and you are in my arms.
You become my skin, my self, my world,
Till I go back to sleep in lonely darkness.
So we defeat the miles and months
between us;
We make love in our hearts if not in touch.
You are more to me in hope and passion
Than any man who brushes by my day.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Moonlight Sonata. By Ludwig Van Beethoven. Music free to use at YouTube.