A HUNDRED POEMS - LX

WHAT longing within 

          your eyes

a tender sweet belief 

          I see.

a gaze across what is 

and what 

      could always be

      and lips apart 

      expectation-kiss

a slow hand moves

       across breasts

a touch of your heart

that which you always give

       that brilliant love

which is, but how can it be

in this shadow-world today

Dear angel soul-woman

what desires you have

     focus upon this man

I am just 

     a human animal

and not worthy     of more

a man that just grazes

in the fields of madness

learned for sure but so

and surely not enough 

to even hold 

your tender hand.

:: 04-24-2014 ::

Author's Note

Why should I give you the secrets of my poem