I await your gaze,
your lips and touch and passion’s purpose
upon the skin that glows
for your caress alone.
To be lost in me,
rapture seeded in impulsive embrace,
as I fold around and hold you tender
much like fruit in petals spring foresees.
For when the body feels of lovers true
so sprouts in gleaming shine,
the yearning, budding,
for your caress alone.
This work is dedicated to all the lovers distanced by our current emergency; to the flow of nascent romance that must find its way through patience to maintain its grace.
Do not abandon, love, what was there for you before, as for you thereafter it shall remain.
