Something’s goin’ on
That I can’t quite make out
It seem that my poetic stream
Is experiencing some sort of drought

So strong the flow of self expression
Has always been in me
Always as a comforting friend
A gentle form of therapy

But now where’s all the drama
Where’s all the self doubt
Where is the man
I thought I couldn’t live without

He’s still there
Where he’s always been
Charlotte North Carolina
And yes we are still friends

But no longer do I feel the need
To express from deep within
The feelings that I so strongly claimed
To feel just for him

I guess it’s just writer’s block
My heart’s just left speechless
At the realization that
The pain it felt was needless

It clung to a dream
That promised so much
That never did it think
Could be changed by one touch

Of a foreign hand with familiar love
Flowing so deep and strong
Not used to receiving the love
It’d been giving for so long

Writer’s block? I think not
More like fulfillment
Not need for self expression in print
When the subject is there to feel it
Up close and personal
Like loving myself
I love him and he loves me
Like no one else

I’m sure the time
Will come again
And I’ll feel the need
To grab a pen

But loneliness won’t be the subject
Chosen for the day
Only the fulfillment of love hoped for
Given by Andre