The Lover (Marcus)

My arms ache with longing,
My legs are weak from use.
My bed is cold and empty,
My mind swims with thoughts of you.

I sit alone in wonder,
Thinking of what we shared.
Knowing it was partially lust,
Feeling the love that flared.

To love a body only,
Is simply not enough.
I love the man,
His body,
His heart,
His soul.