Friday, November 16, 2012

Of Desire...





Of all the trinkets tossed near to tempt me
I desire but one thing…
…my lips burning with the need to shape these words
I love you, darling

Of all the beguiling boasts that others promenade
I do not covet; but this
My lips burning with the desire just to taste
Your kiss

Of all the public confessions and professions glibly spouted
I care not
My lips burn with the desire, provoked privately and intensely
By your thought

© Janet Martin

2 comments:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!