perchance the occasion
of my lips upon thine own
allows refined reason to wander

what light my spirit
penetrates thy core
my psyche may only ponder

to feel thy body
next to mine resounds
in fevered anticipation

delighted fervent senses
ignites a smile from within
my furtive fascination

carnal notions sublimate
from reptilian amygdalate
belie a hidden crime of passion

to hear these words composed to thee
as I sit and dwell upon my muse
her smile swells so sweetly

though we dance upon a different stage
in another time and place
relentless would I pursue thee

now through this looking glass I spy
to thy universe in which you dwell
for living here without you is but a living hell

01/05/2007

Author's Note: Paying homage to George Harrison and Lewis Carroll as well as my own need for alliteration in this one.

Posted on 01/05/2007
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