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