I wrote a poem some months ago when I was having great difficulty in my relationship with my Finacee. Iit's untitled, but i'll list it here:

I want an open
blazing
naked sky
Her hair
glittering with the jewels of a billion
listless suns.

I want the perfumed reek of smoke
wood-fired
snatched away
by way of crisp, wet-air
that streams for the waves
and bustles around us -
warmed by fire and the heat of the other
nestled within the thick confines of blankets.

I want you
(reaching deeply)
to kiss
and in so doing
feel your breath
catching in your throat in a way
that would make the wind
envious.
To shelter your cheek in my hand
and find myself
opening sweetly
to your warmth
and your breath...
your breathing.

I want to feel
all that is,
move around us
and be remade
as if time existed
for this moment alone
as do we.

Now some background on the poem.

I have dealt with depression and dysthymia all of my life. But there was a brief moment of about two years when I had crawled out of it. I had left a bad relationship and was living on my own... doing my own self-work. It was a time I remember quite happily because I was completely sober. Although I have never been one much to dabble with chemical substances (other than caffeine), I have used addictions to numb myself down and help me deal with my daily depression. (sex, online games, spending money, etc.). During those two years, I had stopped doing that. I relished every day, and was very, very content.

But I don't idealize it. I had other things that needed working on, some of which I was unaware of. I was still very young, after all (early twenties), and I come from a very sick and dysfunctional family.

A good female friend of mine and I started dating then. The relationship started slowly and gradually progressed over some months. I felt, as I felt in that poem.

I'll post a little more later looks like i'm out of time on here for the moment... (stuff to do) I guess this thread will have to be continued....