tonight i await thee
yet who are you?
i have drank the sweet red wine and think of your lips
brushing lightly against mine,
i peeled silently each petal from a dozen
red roses and laid them on my bed
who are you?
will you come?
I call with a whisper I need you
I want you
to taste you
to feel you
to be with you
to be in you
to feel your sweat
falling on my face
your hair
slapping, caressing
your teeth slightly pulling
the tenderness of my skin
as we laugh
the silliness of the moment
yet hunger screams aloud your name
yet I do not hear, who are you
who are you...
I want to know
poet
