absence makes the heart grow fonder
and the thoughts to wander
back to the mystery of your smile
and hot enticement of your words

do you still write those words
of romance and set nights afire
with the poetry of lust?

did you think of me in my absence
and miss the kiss of my verses
against your smooth skin?

did your heart grow fonder
or did it instead wander
into the thoughts of another

where your soul gates open wide
like trembling thighs
to be sown with his mind seeds?

or did you miss me enough,
just enough, to let me stroke you
once again with my tender pen?



dja 7-28-09