Can You Feel Me

Love poetry; not my thing

can you feel me, love
on those loneliest of days
stuck in the mire, 
stumbling drunken haze

I am with you, always
though rarely in flesh
keeper of my soul 
belay that dire mesh

life for us, will remain
the pursuit of pleasure
'till the day we come together
to share this earthly treasure

the stars shine gloriously
in spite of our poor luck
and the birds croon coaxingly 
for our lives to become unstuck

finally, I can say
that I understand
why must you leave
I am yours to command