POEM 80**
(Cover Me)

“...this whole world’s out there
just trying to score
I’ve seen enough
don’t wanna see any more.
I’m looking for a lover
who will come on in and cover me..”
          Bruce Springsteen, “Cover Me”, from ‘Born In The USA’

~~~~
No matter which way I lay,
half my bed mocks me
with loneliness,
with the chill of emptiness
and “what the hell is the matter
with you,
you old coot”.
Yet, not so old
that I forgot
the warmth of a feminine sigh,
or the scent of her skin
as she drapes her leg
over my thigh
and nestles closer to me.
“Cover me”...
...with your wildly spiced
vanilla sunshine
and deliciously tempting,
ruby lipped serenade
as you touch your lips to mine.
“Come on in and cover me”;
where there is no rain
or snow,
only your springtime breath
traveling over me;
only my summer kisses
wandering all over your
intoxicating contours,
through shapely valleys
and fields,
scaling and nipping
hardened mountain tips,
while enticing your arched back welcoming
and staring into
your desirous eyes.
~~~~
Yes, imagination twists inside
calling out from my empty bed,
cover me - covering you
with currents of naked skin
swimming in timeless exotic seas,
counting our hearts’ rhythm
of should be’s
but are not.
~~~~
So, yes,
still looking for a love to
come in and cover me.

Aztec Warrior 10.27.15