I’m tired of love poems
Of sonnets that lie
Waiting to capture
That sweet kiss
That deep seated wish
Of eternal love
But the truth is
Even love is impermanent
Under this firmament
Above the ground
Love can be found
Love may be sound
But people change
And promises exchanged
Can’t always be maintained
So give me a love poem
That licks its’ lips
At an angel’s hips
That shakes with fevered desire
Run its’ flaming course till it expires
Then finds it end peacefully
Buried beneath memory’s tree
Till then it’s me loving you
Loving me