I have recieved another new poem


How sweet



My eyes awake, my sight begins,
Of you, your face I hardly know,
Yet you, with me, remove my skin,
And bear my inner depths to show.

And though, despite, my lack of sight,
That fault I cannot stand to bear,
Your kisses on my lips alight,
And stay, I beg, to linger there.

The touch, it then runs down my neck,
From lips. To throat. To lungs and heart.
The last of which they most affect,
It flutters, aches, begins to start.

And thus, I yearn, I must conclude,
What ends at night and morning, starts,
I cannot bear an interlude,
I cannot bear to be apart.