I Cry

I cry with my heart.
A song of sorrow and beautiful trees.
My soul reaches out to you, like a baby reaches out to its mother when it’s in wanting, and waits for you to respond.

I cry a song of wonder.
Wondering if my life would be the same if you didn’t exist. What my life is like if my beautiful sunset didn’t come to me every night.

I cry because I’m afraid I’ll never feel your hands again, your hands on my body slowly moving up and down, up and down my thighs. Your lips, your oh so soft lips on mine tasting like honey coming straight from a hive.

I cry because I’ma miss the way we make love in the rain, it turns me on when the sweet aroma of the rain blows through a window.

Most of all I cry because I never want to let you go.


LaVercia Porter
2007