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It used to be that I thought

making love was a physical act

But now you are gone;

so far away, a visit is an event

It occurs to me how many

different ways there are to make love

We made love with a silent stare

held over many minutes

Your chestnut eyes imploring

my soul, drinking me in

A kiss about to happen

our breath caught in the moment

We made love with a whisper

a song for your ears only

Words you longed to hear

but were too afraid to ask for

I love you, you’d sigh

with eyes closed in a dream

We made love with our laughter

coming from deep within

A mutual enjoyment of

each others company

Some nights it didn’t stop

until we laughed ourselves to sleep

We made love in those moments

when the rivers broke the levy

Times when all was lost,

except the hope we found in our embrace

Why? I asked, to which you had no reply,

but the strength of your arms

We made love last night with written word

you begging of me that justice was done

A short message with all I have,

all I want to give, if you’ll just let me

A heart put at ease, by another

so full to burst, it ached in my chest

So you see, my love, this distance

is mere miles on a map

Making love to you is a memory

i can recall when I need to

A place to go where you touch my heart

when you cannot touch my hand