EXQUISITE OUR KISSES
Exquisite our kisses by midnight's moon
they turn the heart like the voice to the ear
the years of my youth, they went by too soon
but the days of our future are dearer than dear.
Long is the longing that lingers unseen
the following footsteps of that which we crave
hid in the corners to wake like a dream
when twilight is ripe and illumines the stage.
Sometimes I see through the hallways of trees
the marching of spirits lovely and free
but every moment there presses the need
to loose through the binding, what giving receives.