The heat of our moment
lite a flame
that can never be distinguished

Force not,
the coming of the ink.

Judge not,
what you feel and think.

•••

Then put nib to paper
and make your mark.

Let what flows
be brazen and stark.

Every shade of amazing
Every bit of wonderful
And every sketch of lovely

poets are hurting
readers are suffering

I want you.
In every way there is to want a person.
From cold rainy days
Lazing around in our underwear.
Wrapped up in blankets
Enveloped by each other.
To lustful late nights
High, happy and in love.
Too absorbed into each other
To notice anything else.

I adore every inch of your being.
Fascinated.
Infatuated.
Amorous.
In love.