Of All
A mere shadow’s fall
Before sensing his gaze
Muse agreeably along my midriff
The night had begun to fondle
Our exclusive moments
Drawing us ever still
Into the deepness of expectancy
Yet it was amidst
The playful mood
Of our understanding
Whereby tenderness emerged;
Pleasurable and ever new
When I awoke
With knowing smile
Unto the Poet,
And surest of lovers
Who could touch all
Once thought devoid
Of me.
