Another Dear John

Another Dear John, Gaze deep into my Lion eyes What feast we’d share on tendril hills To waft between your thunder thighs And my lipid pools of chamomile No (I love you)’s necessary Gaze deep into my Lion eyes Embrace my hips with pouted puff My hour glass of endless want And neck my kiss with your stubble gruff A steam so passionate it taunts No (I love you)’s spoken Gaze deep into my Lion eyes I unwind clocks, to give us time Be quiet, hush, don’t spoil the noise As we knit our fingers in the vine Of explosive, locomotive joys I got the look Gaze deep into my Lion eyes When goodbyes fly between the lips As sunrise falls beneath the day And you return to your sailing ships And I remain your molded clay You mouthed “I Love you” Gaze deep into my Lion eyes As your ship becomes the faintest linger I remove your ring from around my finger Soon placing it in the bedroom drawer As I turn to open the downstairs door Another John comes walking in To bad this one is your dearest friend Gaze deep into my Lion eyes, Dear John Absolute fiction. It never happened. Just imagination at work here.