Leslie’s eyes entrance and entice me;
I could listen to her chatter for eternity.
I find myself wanting to melt into her;
Lying with her provides a whimsical purity.
Although she has long since departed,
I retain a memory and perfume on my shirt.
The moments we share are painfully fleeting;
In her absence remain wistfulness and hurt.
Her independence: a defense erected long ago;
She is a port with restricted entry;
Three thousand miles prevent our union;
My longing heart caught across the country.
What a proverbial fool I could end up!
If our friendship is cast interminably in stone.
Perhaps love’s seedling will not find soil,
But rather lay in the dry desert sand all alone.
Can I hold my fire for eight long months?
Will the embers of my attraction stay alight?
Amidst female distractions and diversions,
Many lonely nights will be a harrowing fight.
We might have been graced with each other,
Only to find ourselves cursed by merciless time!
Perhaps a promising future lay before us,
But it’s a towering mountain my heart must climb.
Try this poem on for size if you didn’t find this one too maudlin or sappy.
“A Towering Mountain My Heart Must Climb” © Jason Merchey 1999-2018
