Words So True

As I touch your face your lips looking into your eyes
Keeping between them the distances of me and you
Words engraved by me there're neither new nor old
But there're my words so true,
there're coming from my heart in the understanding of you
As if we had no part in the smiles the shades the little pains
Tracing them on paper eloquently.
The solitary madness so deeply ingrained in my memory of you
My face upon my hands my eyes in pain can not look at you
As I pick my pen and write recollecting myself and you
The little love left between us between you and me
The seduction the embrace could help not loving you
The nakedness of that embrace the saddest truth,
Am the woman that loves the poet so true.
I read and paint the feelings between me and you each brush stroke
Each note I read playing havoc with my senses
My senses exuding love when am with you  
Standing there with love in my heart looking at you
On the highway we pass I walk alone drunkenly
with your words on my mind lacklustre free so free
Finding myself within me.    

                                   Connie James.