Poetry Calls Me
My love
is
a poem..
Let me
Write you,
Long prose
Rhyming times
Erotic Art
Alternative
Colors
Let me sing
You as a song
Drums, Slowly, rhythmic
BEAT BEAT BEAT
As in the jungle
Sultry suntimes
Gone, and twilight
Sets in
The drums are as
Your heart; I hear
It when I
Lay upon your chest
And picture Rivers --
Red rivulets of
Eternal bliss pulsing,
Undulating,
Indundating my brain
Where love is
Recognized as something
More
Recognized as a
Poem
And written there,
Upon  your chest
So long, a ballad bringing
Finger words across
Your body
Never missing an inch
And the poem will
Never end
The drums
Will
Never stop
And the
Intensity of my
Love, my love,
my love will
Burst upon the
World
in
Eternal
Ecstacy
          (c) 15 September 1991