Like Lace Upon the Touch

Ife my love a sea can wait Like a ghost bereft of love Then every sea that I have dreamed Still waits like lace upon the touch And every kiss that I have lost Another profound confession And every desire that I have touched Becomes like morbid coffins pale In a solace forbidden now Of despair and tragedy Like lace upon the lips Exquisite sorrow needs Lavender and burdens cruel Memoires of making love Ife my love a sea of time Partakes in all of beauty’s prime When making love is practical Then in practice I restrain Every desire romaunt denies When I in love still propose A Pulitzer of cliché words To make or birth every pursuit That man without enigma can In quaint fashion raise Ife my love I dream that time So quiet so exquisite can abate Without abstinence thy suffering Then with maudlin mourn In meadows flaunted unblessed I quietly nearly touch Though ignorant not of fate Ife my love a sea can wait From immediate desolate perception Yielding with a thousand reluctant words Ife my love a sea can wait Where lavender touches love Desire subtle beyond desire Is grandeur never laced Ife my love a sea can wait Ife love laced touches words I quietly nearly touch