i do not know
when my eyes will cease
witness the sun with her light fingers
caress my naked flesh warm and gentle
like when you first traced your lips
ripe and sweet against my own

flowers in full bloom
after the cold night
with the pregnant moon
what new blossoms  
will perfume the air?
will they even dare compare
to the rare harvest
savoured full and deep
in the valley of your breast

i do not know, love may be too short
yet i want no rest or seat with regret
nor wish the long and lonely road to forget

your eyes will cease without
kissing my shape and form
i know, yet allow these eyes
to be hunter, spy, and lover
seeking you and only you

until my lost sunrise