Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Dreamer's Doggerel





That full-bodied awareness
Of you slipping through me
‘Rouses within, a hurricane
Of soul-sweet agony

I know I cannot hold you
Nor ever let you go
This vexing paradox unlocks
A lover’s dance, soft-slow

My dear, I beg your pardon
But would you pause for me?
For I am not quite ready yet
To taste your memory

Then oh, sing to me sweet-heart
With half-shut starry eyes
Soft kiss me where the greedy air
Is hungry for good-byes


© Janet Martin

~No man can tame the
tick-tock
of a
 clock~

2 comments:

Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.