Drowse, sink, escape
Until free to sleep
There you will fall deep
In love while the nape
Of your neck and the shape
Of it is softened by touching with a sweep
Of my pressing lips that creep
Towards yours. There your hair will drape;
Fold with light
As the lamp finds your face
And the fire finds the night
To where the moon finds its space;
There the desire to kiss will reach its height
And fade and leave without a trace.

©Jack Aylward

Maybe we shall think at night
Now that we are old
And wish that we were young again....
In youth are lips would rise
Like the moon
And ripple like waves
Over other sugared lips;
Our lovers we embraced.
Now they too are much older
And some are gone
Left without a trace.
Maybe we shall go out
Together tonight
And make love again.

©Jack Aylward,
26th March 2004

I long to be with you
To touch your memorable lips;
To make a connection
With the synchronization
Of our heartbeats.

I long to taste
Your kisses
Of morsecode
And leave
The rosebud to open up to our love
Between the centre of your
Gorgeous mouth.

©Jack Aylward,
4/4/14

Under the silken moon
You wandered lonely
Among the trees that soon
Would only
Transpire
As leaves move in muffled flight
With light
And Fire.

©Jack Aylward