Gentle Touch

I can feel your breath upon my chest, while I resist my feelings

You are an image in my mind, it blinds me to think of you

Your gentle touch, the rigid frame of your manhood, in my arms

I will paint you on a canvas, and the inspiration takes me places

Where I am filled with art and music, song and dance, eating

Fruit, and drinking wine, the steps of time, will gently move me

Into the wonders of a passion, my heart can not wait until you come back

The war has taken its tole, and we need to embrace life, in the fullest

As I read each letter you sent, I weep, and fall to my knees, as I beg

For your safe return,. not giving up, but Christmas will not be the same

Without your gentle touch, reaching out, and picking up the pieces

We start a new, and the year will come in, like a warrior on horseback

With victory, and the sound of drums will chant moods of a longing lust