If I could make love to you with my words,
Make your body writhe with each trochaic meter,
Would you reciprocate passionately with interest?
As our ballad is sung to children yet unborn,
Anthropomorphically she will brush your cheek,
Leaving no question unanswered in your heart.
Putting pen to paper I will immortalize your womanhood,
Making love to you with my words,
As you, my muse, have become the mother to poesie,
I give you this to read when I cannot be with you,
This, the poet's embrace, to warm you when I cannot.
Copyright ©2003 David Albert Campbell, no commercial duplication
permitted without the express written consent of the author, however,
feel free to copy and share with your friends all you like. :o)