Sipping warm teacups
around tall gold flames
reading our journals
remembering names
Recalling those times
and longing for more
Watching the raindrops
drip down our soft cores
You give me a tap
I kiss your sweet hair
I still long for more
But I’d never dare
Your tears wet my skin
My hands warm your face
I’m glad you’ll let me
move at my own pace
As I unwrap lace
and folds of old silk
Your hair rushes by
it smells of fresh milk
Your hands caress mine
My mind turns to mush
And on your soft bed
our hearts start to push
They push for more love
and dream of old times
And here they are now
creating new rhymes
You love mildly
I play the lead role
And now, once again,
I season your soul
