I want demanding passion Nights of screaming whispers The press of urgent lips Exploring ideas not yet born Jumping from science to art In an ecstasy of love Debating fine points of Descartes In a blanket under the stars To feel the soft nape of the neck Beneath my too-grizzled chin I want to fall without thought Into a waves of contemplation Build dreams into towers With a bright star at my side Then settle to dreaming Holding dark shadows With demanding passions
Please link, don't copy.
This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 2006