I kissed her.
Took my lips and placed them on the red rivers of this perfect child.
& Kissed her.
Stroked her golden skin
& kissed her.
Smiling between bouts of illusion
I twisted her locks between my joyful fingers
& kissed her.
Yes, I am drunk.
Intoxicated with the belief that I am god and she my princess.
I ripped her clothes.
A mean jest to touch her silken skin.
Stroked her.
Made her gasp.
Made me smile.
Her eyes questioned my reality.
I leaned in and kissed her once more.
She was mine and I could not let her go.
Would not let her go.
She stood there naked.
Smiling confused and gasping.
I held her close.
Simple things were spoken by the confused one.
But I loved her.
& still I do.
I lay her down to rest & fell asleep with her deep within my arms.
My girl is everything to me.
& I am still drunk with her desire.
I love her & I know I always will.
– nights of longing without her
© ed simkins 2017