Love-that which makes the heart sings Church bells ring Choir sounds with strings And guests bring thinks; Love-that which let the nose runs Allows one to use plenty of napkins While dribbling snot on the ground; Love-allowing many To wish for exciting things anytime, anywhere Upon the sight of who knows who Giggling and dribbling on one's self; Love-spinning the mind In time and space Thoughts never going to waste Sometimes it's just a disgrace; Love-that which counters hate Fills the mind, body and soul With grace and fellowship Lets the stomach flips and turns; Love-sleepless nights alone Wondering where, when, how, who Why does it have to be? One is unable to see through the dust Until it clears; Love-upon the rising sun one stretches Touching soft skin, hair, cheek Bringing a facial smile Radiating all over, arousing Happiness and sensations; Love-singing songs, dancing along Cheek to cheek, not even a peep Softly squeezing, loosely gripping Rose of splendor, petals unfurling; Love-bubble bath at night, midday, Doesn't matter where or when Massage, splash of incense Candle light, champagne, steak Salad, slippers and fragrance; Love-holding her right, not tight with all your Might, but with the tip of your fingers Touching her scalp, neck, breast, Cuddling, whispering, humming Breathlessly breathing someway, somehow; Love-the essence of stars floating, harmonizing Melodies, rhapsodies in various colors Coming together, vibrating, musing Celebrating moments of splendor Bliss of the lips and cheeks; Love-many crying, sighing Smiling, leaping for joy Pounding the desk, stumping dirt Love-you make it what it's worth! © Joseph S.
Spence, Sr.
, 8/7/09 © All Rights Reserved