Dear John Doe

My Dear John Doe,

I can feel thy skin in my dreams
I can reach out and touch thy soul.
When it’s grey out and it seems
I’m ‘lone thou makes me whole.

Pools of brown wash over this mind
and desire aches this heart.
For no matter what I always find
I’m hurt when we’re apart.

Temptation and lustful want sink down
fighting for control over sense.
Mine eyes have searched this small town
looking passed each painted fence.

Yet mine heart’s fire thirsts for thee.
to feel thy gentle, smooth fingers.
And this soul cries for what could be,
The imprint of thy face lingers.

I wish to be part of you as one,
to give everything in passion.
Still when all the day’s light is done
thou art gone, mine heart held ransom.

I wish to speak these words to thee
instead of lying to deceive.
Yet these words are locked from thee . . .
in a letter you’ll not receive.

Love,
The Hopeful