Memories, hot and cold,
like a desert ablaze in morning fire
and bone-chilling in the midnight moon,
leave me in desire confusing.
Hushed sweet whispers of morning hellos
lay in bed with me and linger long,
toss sheets and pillows about
in a hurricane on a sleepless night.
My insides afire, raging deep,
lusting after wet, wet kisses
from the fullest mouth
and accompanying sighs.
The ringing silence is deafening,
the light, glaring harsh rays
encouraging impending regret
to which I do not succumb.
I will wait patiently night by night
for the sweet whispers and warm caresses,
for the connection of souls
two into one.
