Soul Mates

I love fall weather, so sweet and cool.
Curtains curtsey, creating my land
of magical lovin'. He comes to me, weathered
by demons from past. I shelter him, in my moist
forbidden caverns, that have awaited him, forever
more.

Winter dragged on, as we dipped in hot springs,
gathered limericks to chuckle by the fire, but he
held my heart cupped in a pina colada vision
of a bright future foreseen by a twin souls,
oneness.

Spring came, another slashed our hearts, heaving
everyday nightmares around, to bring us down.
We fought it all, with calls of concern and long
dreary nights, dialing digits to lend our helping
hands. A sofa bed dream, snores intermixed
with soft, sultry love words, poems and writes
back and forth. We withstood, took our stand,
hand in hand, yet apart as night and day.

Summer came, still distant and disarranged. Begging
his love, company, a partnership to last eternity.
As she held every breath for one word, one
sigh to escape and finally be back together. To dip
into the shores of a normal life, filled with love,
romance, and his soft, warm body lying next
to her, every night. The assurance that all
was well and he was but a touch away. Under silken
covers, ready to wrap loving arms around, bedbound,
lovin' night into day.

Winter gloomed ahead. Working all hours, barley
making numbers appear to call, be heard or even feel
him close. Yet, their demon still stalked and talked
of threats and regrets. Demoralizing hatred, kindled
leaving these two doves partaking not a crumb.

Spring sprung, again. He had, had enough. Missing
his one, moving back was the hardest decision ever
any one man made. Still no calls, or warm sheltering
words but hope had sprung. Her heart leapt, filled
with joy. Knowing one day, one time, soon. Hopefully
they would have a real chance.

A year passed, then two. These two lived, let live
and tried moving on. The other always in the foremost
front of their mind. Till now. Fall has set in again,
so sweet and cool. Curtains curtsey, creating
their land of magical lovin'. He comes, weathered
by demons from past. I shelter him, in my moist
forbidden caverns, that have awaited him, forever
more.