Eros Kiss

Thick buttery cream and melting candles

Melting into romance of the ages, of the

ancient wisdoms, of the newly learning,

of the bright promise of moonlight

and the melting liquid soliloquy

of the stars

I ache for the soft sweet flicker

the bare sense of bittersweet,

poignantly flowered.

I ache for the ancient words,

ever newly whispered.

I ache for the intensity,

so softly fluttering,

so piquantly spiced,

subtly empowering.

I take the taste of you to my dreams

silently melting into

wisdom.