Knowing your every word, connecting us through time and space
My thoughts drifting to a peaceful time of bliss
Dinner, sheets, and passion running its course
Our laughter filling the streets as we walk gazing at the sky
My eyes fly open, the Sergeant yelling orders, adrenaline spiking
The weight of the armour, the smell of the field, the weight of the gun, anchor mind
Against my chest I still feel you there, folded up in my pocket
A tie to you through the miles that separate us
My defense against the sights in front of my eyes, the deeds of my hands
Wiping my face, is it tears or just sweat?
The roar of the helicopters, the smell of the fuel, like reapers in the field taking us back
Back… back to the bunks, back to the tents, back to the maintenance on weapons
Back to staring at your letters, writing my own, and the waiting…
To the restless sleep, the dreams, maybe this one will be different, maybe of you
Your hands on my body and mine on yours, the pleasure of the evening not yet over
The feeling of being full, the smile on my face, the curling of my toes
Feeling your lips on mine, down my neck, on my breasts
Back arching, hair a mess, body sweating, glistening in the moonlight
The grin on my face as you flip me over pinning me down
Tingling rising inside of me, my muscles contracting, withering under you
Looking into your eyes, the waves of pleasure overtaking me, I can’t hold back
With a scream the damn breaks, the ecstasy washing over me, pulling you tight to me
Holding you close, feeling you inside of me, that fullness, that safety
Holding on to that moment…
Back to the field, the smells, and the sweat
The dust in my eyes, my labored trudge, through the valley
The gun, the pack, the armour, the orders, all keeping my mind in the now
The paranoia and fatigue, the hot sun above, the desert wind… Yet
I reach in my pocket, feeling the paper, knowing you are still there
Doing the same job as I, though flags may be different, countless miles away
Feeling my paper, knowing my words, our only connection
Until the next time we meet…
