Are your lips still soft

as a petal, like a rose,

does the softness of your thighs,

bring the dawn to a close?

Is there warmth in your touch

like that moment long ago,

does your passion silently burn

on dark paths that you know

Has your desire cooled

in the death of an April spring,

could I breathe new life in

the ashes, of your offering?

Does your heart beat tonight

longing, longing for a kiss from me?

alone on my deck I am whispering,

a Love Song...in poetry

Is there a Hunger in your smile

behind poetic works so tame,

somewhere a fire is burning out of control,

that puts the sun to shame