POETRY

'THE ROMANTIC'

By Eric R. Velarde

My hands enwrapped in hers
Her body entangled with mine
Never in my life will you find
Anything so divine
The way she looks at me
The way she touches my face
The way she kisses my lips
And the feeling of her long embrace
The times she makes me laugh
And those times she makes me smile
For me to not accept this
Would only be denial
I would look into her eyes
And then she’d be no more
For she only exists in my world
In my movie, that’s been never screened before
By myself in silence I sit
I simply close my eyes
I jerk myself in rhythm
As she opens up her thighs
Am I perverted
Is what I am doing sick?
Am I raping my thoughts with desire
As I continue to choke my stick
She is not what she seems
For she doesn’t even exist
There are a lot of things I need to do
So I scratch her off my list
But somehow someway
She manages to get back on
In the end it’s the same as last time
I open my eyes and then she’s gone
Then along returns that feeling
Of emptiness in my bones
As each girl I meet keeps walking
And I continue alone.