You

Your eyes

Your lips

Your décolletage

 

They see – me

They say things – to me

It is revealed – for me

 

They know

They arouse

They heave

 

My heart

My love

My life

New Moon

The Kiss (Rodin)

The new moon slips its smiling face

Above the morning camisole of mist

And shines a gentle beam

Across my lovers breast.

 

An early breeze stirs fading shadows,

As night is chased further into the dawn

By the golden promise of an autumn sun,

And reveals the soft curve of lips –

 

 

“Stop staring at me” she smiles…

 

But I never will.