by Marc Gunn, November 19, 2004

A poem of longing for the sensual love of two strangers in the night.

I kiss your soft lips.
My body lies on yours
Casually filling the crevices
I adore
Your body held close.

I miss your touch.
It's like a dream from a nap
I can barely tell it is real
But I hope
I pray
For the magic.

I love you.
Maybe only in my dreams
Or when filled
With nature's touched blend
O'alcohol and will'o'wisps.

Take me back.
Make me a part of your life
Before I disappear
In a passing moment's sight.

What am I waiting for?
I want you forever
In all your homely hypnotic ways
To call my own
To sip tea with
When men are old
And we are forever young
By the flow of nature's mystical dilemna.