In dreams I undress
with a youthful hunger
obsessed with the mysteries
of you.
I will not conceal my longing
with senseless fig leaves
for while I am merely naked
you are immortal.
Her body rises when I kiss her mouth
knowing not where I end and she begins
pistol and stamen
intoxicating flower.
Drowning in waves
lifted by her lips and fingertips
desire structuring the world
created in an instant
and then in a moment collapsing
annulling the world
created and destroyed
without end.
The crescent moon knows
what I feel for you
and would leave the sky
the stars, the night to follow me
as you would if you were free.
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I can feel your longing in the words, Frank. Poignant as ever, and a good choice of accompanying photo too.
Best wishes, Pete.
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