By Bud Koenemund
Light
Your surreptitious
Your surreptitious
wave; an
incandescent light
in a dreary day.
Declaration
I declare my love
to thee, for I know no way
but all or nothing.
Protection
I offer my heart,
and pray you will protect it
as I protect yours.
Duality
I’m the romantic
type who’ll write you sonnets; then
tie you to the bed.
Longing
I long to feel our
fingers intertwined, and hearts
racing as love grows.
Paradox
Slow motion woman,
you stimulate my senses
and quicken my heart.