Coffee - 39: poem

Wow! 20 days without coffee.  That went by really quickly in retrospect.
Anyway, I promised you a poem in the title

Things we don't share

There are too many things we do not share
The storm that soaked me last night
and the bath that warmed you up
The days that come and go
without you
and all the gifts I give and get
are not worth more than one short kiss
from those lips which define a lifetime
in their curves and hidden paths
which are always new
which define a gate to the heavens
and call me to places forbidden to men
an entrance which we do not share
a place i cannot enter
without you
life is wonderful and all is beauty
and these are things we do not share