let's drink a coffee, a tea, let's talk about us
or just let's watch ourselves at each other
to feel together how often love kissed us...
it whispered at my soul's roots, the spring;
let your mind's steps tread on the doorstep
of my blues using a poem without uttering
love's words, lusts, and longings but only be
felt in the emotional charging of your cells;
let your chromosomes' scent getting spread
tenderly to touch my meadow of buttercups
placed in my dreams among time and space
with the noise of verses moaning your name
…
again whispered at my soul's roots, the spring;
☙❧☙❧☙❧☙❧
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Gary Moore
