Love has no sanctions
it is wondrous and free
a soft wind on a dusty kettle road
can rouse the desires of an old withered tree
a kiss of a breeze , a love caress
sweet whispers , confess
undress
once we skipped to the steps of youth
now we dance the dance of autumn
a cold winter looms
what once waxed so bright and hopeful
has waned into a pale sliver of moon
melancholy seeps deep on a frozen afternoon
the fires that burned so bright
are banked to heat the room
wrapped in a blanket
our feet to the fire
the wisp of a shadow
the echo of a dream , desire .
retire
love is so simple ,
the advocate for the humanities
dapper and dreamy
soft to the feel
brazen or hidden
whisper or a boom
of one thing I am certain
I feel
love is real