Marshmallow pink and candy sweet.
I am taken to love them like a child
To its teddy, for hours and hours.
The end of summer and the start of more,
For the fire of love, and steer of heart,
I want your hips against mine,
Humming songs in its own tune.
Give me a taste of those ample bosoms,
To lust is a distaste in my heart's chambers.
For that morning after, your body's glow,
In all its bare glory, is a sight - a misplaced bloom.
When you were at an arm's length,
In those days of drowsy rains, a pint in hand,
I used to wiggle out, to get my soul wet;
The pain of a messiah's sacrifice looms.
Your laugh, so sprinkled in dares,
To get me to ask for more.
Fairness, righteousness, lost causes- I felt.
That laugh - uncouth, I can't forget.
The last we held each other, I dwelled
With you pressed against my wet soul,
white in pain, I cried.
That hug we miss, like a song
I remember - weary now, I am, & glum.