Do you miss me
does it pain you not to be
where my form impresses
dresses,
your world to the tones of the harmony
that here upon a moment you find
You hold and in them
You allow yourself to dream.
Do you long
the soft touch
the excitement
knowing that my lips ignite
my eyes invite
hold you here upon the soft
tender whispers of the night
And makes you whole.
Is it a dream you carry
when rest finds and consumes
hold you gently upon it
and lays a passion'd song
Deep within your belly.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph