eyes and thighs and sighs

The poet plays.

eyes and thighs and sighs

I should like to, would like to,
lay with you in earnest expression,
this lion's loins to speak, with aid of silent tongue,
a thousand feral messages you need to hear
and often, soft and bold, holding court
but never making sport of your needs and desires.
Fires I would spark and quench, then spark again
just for the beauty in your eyes and thighs and sighs.
For that is what lovers do.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.