Soul Companion

The evening arrives
in a downcast moment.
Jabbing spears at
anguished hours of longing,
cynical wounds
bash the soul
of a romantic.

Struggling to breath
consumed by the emptiness.

Alone so very long …
desiring a gentle caress,
an essential need.
A touch that awakens
the body’s impulse
to the hands of another.

Not just any other…
a soul companion,
a match of the mind.
A connection that
knocks me silly,
that drives me crazy,
that I cannot walk
away from easily.

Cynical thoughts
creep in trying to
pollute and weaken
a romantic’s heart.
It wins some days
most other days
the optimist lives on.