I sat <br />sweating in my July hat <br />your leg warm on mine, <br />your smile glowing near my cheek, <br />your song, that I fancied only I could hear, <br />opening my heart like a flower <br />to the sun. <br /> <br />“Come, come, <br />No harm can be done <br />If I sculpt with my hands <br />Your curving hips; <br />With my tongue, part <br />Your waiting lips; <br />Reframe your sexuality <br />So that it’s powered by <br />Our loving needs.” <br /> <br />And all the heated day <br />I’m falling, falling, falling, <br />believing you will catch me <br />in your soft net.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-d-nall-love-song/
