How To Start?

Should we start with a look
shared across a crowded room,
that melts the world away
and leaves nothing
but heaven hanging
somewhere in between?
 
Shall we start with a touch,
oh the gentle touch
of skin softly brushing
over skin,
fingers committing
every sensation to memory,
palms pressed against ache,
feeling the heat of the fire
burning beneath the surface?

Perhaps a kiss,
lingering languidly,
tasting
of  the sweetness of morning
and the heat of night
licked from the edge of a lip
and sipped from a cup
filled with sighs?

How to start
when passion swells 
in your eyes
and Love rests
in the palms of your hands
and your kisses taste of tomorrow, 
poured 
onto the tip of my tongue
in a sweet elixir? 

Start with I Want You,
kiss me through I Need You,
and feed on passion
to the sound of I Love You,
all the way to I Miss You
then start again. 



february 2007
Janet Reid




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