Come Now

Come now; rise, bear witness and see.

Velvets touch, tender patterns of lace.

Yellow carnations; loves certain grace.

Oh come now, rise up; taste of this need.

For gracious are thy lips brushing soft against my skin.

Delicate like unto a flower, fragrant and nubile; ever drawing me in.

So fill sweet this longing which chases ghostly fireflies about the moon.

Hold firm this aging spirit; embrace this subtle vapor, keep it close.

For soon comes the hour to whit it shall fade on the approaching noon.

So come now; rise up and see…

Come now my love and forever partake of me.

Come now and see…

J. Allen Wilson © 11-2007