There was a way that you spoke that telephones just couldn't convey.
Nor could images sent from far away.

Small things that would normally go unnoticed.
But I noticed your acceptance that human touch isn't all bad.
Because your hands gently acknowledged my shoulders as you walked by.
And that you let me feel your muscle and bone, your skin and the sinew beneath.

Quirks of yours that might be missed.
But I couldn't miss the desire I heard when you asked of my thoughts.
Because no one had ever asked me the way that you did; intensity in those dark eyes.
And you let me explain my most inane threads; you were always present with me.

When things were simple...

But there is something sweet that I tend to forget...
That you are real and mine.
Not were.

Wish things were simple...

But when I reach out my hand to find your tanned one
I can't find you, you aren't here
I cry inside when my skin meets covers, I wish for my lover
I wish for you

*And I wish things were simple...