We were so far away, but you still remain close to my heart.
It was tenderness in whispers heard from far apart.
Talks of romance, laying next to each other in bed.
Kept apart from the chaotic lives we both have led.
I still hear the whispers in my dreams I say into your ear.
I still write the poetry of love, of our bodies speaking clear.
The writings of joining hips, of joining hearts, of sleep.
I don't have any regrets except of that we didn't ever meet.
That I lost touch with a rare kind of connection of mind.
I lost touch with a woman I believe is the loveliest of kind.
Tonight, I will whisper to the phantom of your ear.
I will whisper of love, hearts speaking loud and clear.
I will speak of blindfold, bondage, or roses in bed.
I will whisper the poetry you told me you loved I said.
I will close my eyes and see you next to me, watching you.
Watch you breath, hear you sigh, maybe you'll dream, too.
Dream of me, next to you, telling you how beautiful you are.
No matter where you are, what's happened, or how far:
I hope you feel my heart whispering to yours.
I hope you feel its welcoming of you like open doors.
I will kiss the night, and hope you feel it and warmth on your lips.
Maybe we'll meet in dreams, under starry skies, joining hips.
You are the one I miss tahlking to, writing to and for, you are my kiss of midnight.
Kat, be it Alaska, Oklahoma, or San Antonio, I hope you feel my love, kiss of midnight.