Sensing Us

Blitz my eyes

With your beauty,

Vex my ears

With a query of

Genuine delight

 

Taste the words

Between my lips,

Smell my scent

That longs for you

In musky desire

 

Feel the quivers,

Electrical pulses of 

Flashing lustre,

Currents run wild in

Waves of passion

Campfires

A look from her

Currents shift

Hope springs

And fear

Lingers there

 

Her eyes wildfire

Shooting sparks

It is untouchable

This feeling as

Moments melt

 

A look from him

Betrays his

Hidden longing

A blistering past

Burning presence

 

His eyes follow

Her

Along a curving path

Of reveries’

Warming glow

 

Irresistible flame

Moths in bright light

Dance until

Nighttime is dark

Smoke flickers white

Amiss

It’s not the flat screen TV

55 inch dream machine

It’s not the stars who shine

 

That I miss

It’s your kiss

 

Soft lips that whisper

Ciphers and zephyrs

It’s a touch of longing wish

 

That I miss

It’s your kiss

 

Winds of freedom I resist

For a second of seconds

It’s not nostalgia; it’s bliss