PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

whispering softly

almost reverently so

I call you to me

and like a moth to a flame

fly to my woven web

bee to my abundant honey

you are drawn

in an ageless dance

a man in the grip of

his desire's fog

as all sense and matter

falls like change from your packets

your heart swells to reach beyond

these barriers of time and space

and  circumstance

to hold my own heart beat

just a little more closely

a tender trapped bird

this flame for you has become

but we must both be gentle yet wise

when petting this wild dream

we each have only just started to feed

for the early moments of this type of  a life

are the most telling of all

as birth of anything gives way

to the possibilitiy of new beginnings..............

(written June 17, 2006 230pm)