Your eyes,
Your smile,
After we’ve talked
For the while,
Shows signs you’ve given in
To my seduction.
Was it the tone?
Was it the way I smoothed you down to size?
Which way did you submit?
Your tragedies
Of a past life,
Are histories, written in books inside your mind.
Shall we kiss,
Beneath this bliss
Of hazy skies, so we’ll be further entranced
In our dance
With each’s arms?
Love is still waiting
Upon a bed,
Where no nightmares, but dreams,
Have been there in our stead.
