Cinnamon

08 January 2016

08:44

(The first two lines were written by someone to me... and I gave in to the overwhelming urge to add 12 lines to it!)

Now, I taste cinnamon, feel your skin touching mine,

Making a poem with words that strain to rhyme.

There's the distant singing of the stars calling out through space and time,

to ask the moon to dance, longing for you to be mine.

Once more a divine chorus will play,

As our lips waltz the night away.

Your scent on my skin to mingle and make the world sway,

as we make love through the night, perhaps the day

will dawn slowly to an insane sanity that calls

out to the gentle love's dew as it falls

on otherwise barren fields and walls

and defeats loneliness as it caterwauls.

Soon, my love, this fire will course through our blood,

when with love and passion each other we flood.