Ready.
Sent by guidance from divine sources
to over ripe hearts
sweet love-drops ooze vapour to sate
wishing-dry daydreams.
Waiting skin\'s heated craving for him
makes inner core start
wanting more taste of illusion\'s relief
thru\' miraged feelings.
Breath heaving in ghostly waves below
night\'s gauzy-clad gown,
unveils desire to reveal potent image
of real clandestine.
Primed silken sheets of long-scented
waiting become wound
in untasted delight as moments burn
out on dark\'s lone pyre.
Aches vibrate soul-ward as soundless
tears begin drowning
while threads in love\'s almost-made
wings shatter in flight.
Thrown is fantasized lust on wanton
will as it sinks down
into rounded pillows that sewn for
yield feel but cold fire.
Can a heart stay submerged forever
in need\'s heady mist
before suffocating as loveless, ready
but never been kissed ?