By Bud Koenemund
For Lindsay
Crave
For Lindsay
I yearn for your touch;
I beg your inspiration;
I simply crave you.
Shame
For Lindsay
I do not possess
the words to win o'er your heart;
'tis this poet's shame.
By Bud Koenemund
For Lindsay
Crave
For Lindsay
I yearn for your touch;
I beg your inspiration;
I simply crave you.
Shame
For Lindsay
I do not possess
the words to win o'er your heart;
'tis this poet's shame.
By Bud Koenemund
Muse
For Lindsay
Her body sates lust;
but her bright green eyes ignite
imagination.
Human
For Lindsay
Lust makes me a fool;
love makes me an idiot.
Both make me human.