Guiding Light

Guiding Light

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.

As I sit here writing this under the stars, enjoying a pleasant November evening, I’m reflecting on the friendship we share. Since we’ve met, you’ve been like a guardian angel. When you’re around, you bring out the best in me, but when I’m alone, the world closes in on me like an animal cage.
Our friendship is valued since it’s so unique. I treasure you because you’re open minded but I love you as a person because you’re there for me because you calm me down when I’m fill of demonic rage.
It’s hard to find someone quite like you. Your beauty’s magnificent, both inner and outer. You………leave me speechless, sometimes (gasp) even breathless but sometimes I ask myself do I really deserve someone quite like you?
My answer to that is yes because we’re two people from two different worlds who have had similar events in our lives. I’ve said it time and time again: I love you!! I really mean this I’ve had problems expressing true feelings towards females, until I met you. There’s an old theory that states: “if you love something, let it be free.” Well I love you enough to let you and the next person know it “to thy self be true.”
When we converse, it’s like the meeting of the minds. When our minds meet, our bodies become intertwined. After untangling, our souls then proceed to become one. In other words, when I converse with you, we talk with our psyches. When I hold you, squeeze, and hug you our bodies unite but when we lock eyes and kiss, we gaze into each other’s souls since our eyes are the gateway to the soul.
I definitely relish hanging with you since it gives me the chance to know you better. I remember you told me once you got me, you’d tease me. When that day arrived, you did that as we hugged, held each other as you teased me with your soft, sensual kisses which made me l-l-l-lose c-c-c-control.
I really care for you and I think you know it. I do love you even if sometimes I don’t show it. I sometimes feel as if I’m losing you but sometimes I feel as if I have you. Sometimes I don’t know what I think about anything because I feel like I’m in misery drowned in the murky waters of my own personal hell.
That’s where you come in since you’re like a guiding light that brings ships into a harbor on a foggy evening. When I fee l lost or misdirected, you point me in the right direction. My feelings for you flow infinitely like running waters. The fact is that I care for you is a story that ain’t hard to tell.
You’ve been there for me when I needed a shoulder to cry on. That’s what friendship’s all about: be there me and I’m there for you. Sometimes I think we met not by luck nor coincidence. We met because it was heaven sent.
I care for you. I know you can’t be here for me the way you would like to but all that matters is that you’re here with me. The truth is that I do care for you and I value our friendship due to the enormous amount of respect that is present.
As I end this saga, I must say that you’re the best thing that’s happened to me ever. You’re the best “tattoo” that I ever had because our feelings are the ink outline, our respect for each other is the design and our love is the final work. Tattoos are forever and my feelings for you are there forever and ever. I must say this: if you ever moved away to another state or something to this effect, it’s you that I’ll miss.
I’m there even if you don’t see me, I hear you when I’m not there to listen. You’re the first person I think of when I wake up and the last one I think of when I go to sleep. You’re the subject of my dreams. Bottom line is that I care for you deeply and I think you know it. Now I say bye-bye since this saga is Rocked Out with a tongue ring kiss.

© 2008 Richard Dotson, Jr.


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Richard Dotson, Jr.
Richard Dotson, Jr.

Bridgeport, CT



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