My Poetry Corner- from My Heart

He dreams of her every night

upon his face falls the sunlight

He wakes up to reality

where he lives in a big city

A posh and beautiful flat

he picks the morning paper from the door mat

Deep within he is lonely and alone

most of his pals are married and single are none

With his cup of tea at the balcony he stands

other flats are neatly painted in cream bands

He yearns for those tender finger(s)

and that sweet aroma to linger

A pretty voice whispering in his ear

one that he longs to hear since years

The song her bangles sing

long strands of hair behind the ear with gold rings

Skin so soft and tender

he reached out to touch her

Then he just realised its his thought

wish before she vanished, he could have caught

Everybody has moved on

he stands, waiting for someone to call

then suddenly rings the phone

“Hey, party tonight at Pops pub”

that night, he gets ready, perfect for the club

Loud music, flashing lights, girls & guys, friends with their wives

dancing, cuddling, hugging in dark sites

Deep within he felt lonely and alone

wish he could call someone his own

Back home he retires to bed

just to be with her in his dreams so wet