I have a song for you,

a sweet remembrance,

my luscious love,

of  when we felt

the magnetism

of each other

and the delicate closeness

of new passion

freely given,

and the longing

of absence

when distance

withheld our caress.

 

This is my song for you, lover:

 

You are delicate

on my tongue,

sweet one,

and your touch

is divinity,

and your body

is sublime.

 

You are covered

with the blood

of my oozing love,

and your thoughts

and mine entangle

like a rhyme.

 

Yes, this is my passion song

for you in this

temporary world

where you and I

are just the playthings

of yesterday and today,

with no expectations

of what may come

or what turns may

shape our way.

 

7/10/2016