you see my love
fables be no more than ancient reality
blended in time and dream
gently covered with a sprinkle of need

you see my love
as I gentle taste the cinnamon from your eager lips
touching your soul is as easy
as lying my hands on your skin
blending my fingertip touch with a sprinkle of a smile

you see my love
passion sought by all
be a hurricane if you do not listen to the whispers of the maiden wind
blowing shreds of your heart
across thorny bushes of desolation

you see my love
my body blended into yours
feels like warm cream with the musky taste of cinnamon and butter
as I play my mouth over yours

you see my love
was it your wisdom, or ignorance that made you think
searching for my passion would bring you happiness
give you a beating heart
when you yourself hung your dreams out to die

Ronel Holtz©