Silent Lips

His lips were silent, no mention of love 

the kind of love that transcends words

and surpasses the silky beauty of poetry

my greatest approbation rested on him I have been

admired by many men before,  I have been honestly

cherished by none  I have been romantic muse to many

poets

the  substance of a perfect dreamworld but truly known

by none of those admirers  I dared not assume anything

from all the generous  offering of praise and kindness

if only I had known his true desperation

if only his lips and pen had professed love  years ago,

his loneliness would have ended no torment touch him,

no lament escape him no penance for a lover’s desire

no tears to fill the blue lagoons of restless passion

someone to share his island, his beachfront,  heart and

soul, red, green and milky white to nourish the garden

of his deferred hopes

let the waves wash away despair; I am here