If You Asked, I Would Speak To You of Love

If you asked, I would speak to you of love quietly whisper of its wily ways furtively flirt with the flames of passion invite you to gaze into wanton eyes share the magic of a fleeting touch warm breath upon a fresh bared shoulder lust’s shivering memory lingering in trembling dreams of separation. And yet this is no answer to your question but memories old lover’s left behind devoid the subtle suffering and solace of souls that dance together intertwined. For love is but the brilliance of a moment Simmering within an embered soul. John G. Lawless ©1/3/2022