The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.

Longing

Are you in the past?
I would live in it instead of here.
You see, I have no time for the present;
I'm too busy reminiscing
for you were someone special.
I never met a man like you
who'd make me soar to heaven
without ever even being near.

I remember

"Baby" you called me
in a tone that sent me falling
down to the depths of passion's burning sulphur.
"Everything of you appeals me." Those words,
though a text, felt like a sultry whisper
sliding through my ears and down my spine.
My walls went down in blazing, aching rubble and stone
with feelings awakening I had never, ever known
yet even then I felt no fear for
the heat though it strangely hurt me, it burned
quite deliciously.

In dreams
I feel your lips kissing my throat
and I wake up to wonder

if you are in my future
for
I would live in it instead of here.
You see, I have no time for the present;
I'm too busy anticipating.
Oh, you are someone different!
I never felt anything like this:
the summer heat breathing in my veins
with my blood as burning fuel

And now
I hear its pulsing, its rushing in my ears
at the very thought that I'd look into your eyes someday.
I sense you feel the same, yet
I fear that I'm mistaken
and with passion's arrow I'm
The only one shot.
Still, the flame in every hearth
freezes
next to the one within me
whenever I recall the silken silver,
the gentleness of your voice.