Poem: The Lovers
Like heavy clouds on a sleepless night.
Mist still covers the eyes that might.
Reveal those thoughts in a tangle entwined.
What did happen?
Were you mine?
They could burn, deep in my brain.
Tinder awaiting flame.
Hot licentious fragments of imagination.
Fragrant as incense, smoke coils from my thinking.
Your curls in brunette cascade,
Playfully around those red puckered lips.
The slim silky covered hips.
Once shared, we enjoyed the plain. Played the game
Of you and me.
Who knows when we again might sail.
When we again might sprinkle light. When we again might…
Thunder clouds on a stormy night.
Lost on lovers breeze.