../To A lover

DEAR LOVER

LAST NIGHT I HEARD YOU WHISPER IN MY EAR AND THEN YOU TASTED MY LIPS.

I WAS ON FIRE.

I IMAGINED ME KISSING YOUR LIPS, YOUR EAR,

THE NAPE OF YOUR NECK

AND THE SMALL OF YOUR BACK

RIGHT DOWN TO YOUR TOES.

I COULD FEEL THE WARMTH OF YOUR EMBRACE.

THE FIRE INSIDE YOU RAGED

YET, YOU TOOK YOUR TIME NOT TO RUSH,

SAVORING ME AND THE MOMENT LIKE A VINTAGE WINE.

AND WHEN MY LEGS BUCKLED YOU HELD MY HANDS.

I IMAGINED THAT I STROKED THE CURLS OF YOUR HAIR...THAT

THE SHYNESS I SAW IN THE SMILE ON YOUR LIPS TASTED LIKE

WINE-COVERED CHOCOLATE CANDY BARS AND ...

AND YES,

AS I KISSED YOUR LIPS

YOU WERE LOVING ME...

GENTLY, SOFTLY, LOVING ME

AND CATERED TO YOU, YOUR BODY,

YOUR WHIMS, YOUR FANTASIES BUT OH LOVE

I WAS AWAKENED...I AWAIT YOU.

{ And the evening and the night were the first day }.

YOUR LOVER, ..//