When time and distance dim love's fervent flame <br />Like dreams that wane, moist wisps of morning dew, <br />Shall lovers keep rekindled just the same <br />Such love that raged unchained each day anew? <br /> <br />Perhaps they let fond memories, fading fast, <br />Become, as vapors that from petals rise, <br />Mute witnesses etched in a silent past, <br />A love that without life-blood ceases, dies. <br /> <br />Then, one forgets the touch, peculiar scent, <br />The taste of fluids, warm, that freely flow <br />From lips to tongue, breathless sighs, content <br />To lie in blissful rest that lovers know. <br /> <br />Though senses dormant lie unmoved, restrained, <br />Love sleeps in dreams love's passion once attained.<br /><br />Lorenzo Costigliolo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-reverie-sonnet-55-2/
