NO, MY LOVE, YOU ARE NOT ALONE

The smell of skin, its supple touch
erotic, and desired much
hobbles me, becomes a crutch
without which, I cannot do

No, my love, you are not alone

As time goes, my time is mine
allowing work and play, combined
In sleet or dew or mist or shine
I am a busy man, it's true

(but) My heart, my love, my heart you own

What sacrifice would I not make
if of time for you I could partake
and all other commitments, break
just to indulge my yawning need

For a lover, a mate, a wife

Yes, my love, I do ache for you
Weakly, a whispered wish I blew
sailed through skies of lilac hue
to you — (when) you hear, will you heed?

I pray you do — you are my life.

---jrw 7:28pm
1-19-97