Would that you and I were not as fate decreed, just two lost souls life left to wander all these years, without the joys of our fingers entwined and our lips paired as one in liquid blends, of taste and touch as whispered words, brought heartfelt thought with nothing else between us but patterned cloth and pockets of air.
Would that I had known you much better, long before as well as I have memorized the lines of my own face, as surely as I know the map of my own flesh, and it's wayward travels. Oh, if only you could have been the girl next door, and me, the guy she played with, a first and only true love, instead of paths of pain on which we both have embarked, over the years apart with or without regrets.
would that you could hold me. curled in your fingers and squeeze me, like a handshake between two oldest, and closest of friends, familiar and warm, as you watched the flames of passion, blazing brightly under my half-closed eyelid, as you felt the stirrings of the flesh that hardens, during one of life's most tender of moments.
Would that I could wet your lips in stereo places, making your breath catch like the gasp of a newborn, freshly emerging from the fluids of love's greatest gifts, as it realizes life with all it's potential, smiling as you cry out, with ecstatic joy, at our joint discoveries.
It is thoughts like these, that keep the embers glowing in the caverns of my heart, and it is knowing that we could still share a match together, that makes a spark to kindle flames, that quenches the cold, that grips our lives. Without all of our what would haves, or what should have been if we had not as fate decreed, been left to wander separate paths of sorrow.