(A lone voice whispers)
I know you're listening
So don't disguise your profound love for me
With such acts of disdain
But later tonight
When it gets late
Let my mind
Reach out as I send it
To touch you
Through my supernatural senses
To soothe any pain
That may still remain
To reach out
To gently touch
And caress
Your inner core and silhouette
To unlock
That secret lock
To the very doorway
To your soul
So I can walk past all the strutting catwalks
Filled with figures
From years and years
Of so many well-built defenses
Until I can see the real you
So you can give me
That look
That feverish look that whispers
In an unspoken language
Of a sensuous love
That will come
Calling
One that can pull you up
By your shoelaces and coattails
If you're falling
One look that
Anyone
Who sees it
Could ever
Forget it
One that paints a fascinating tapestry
Of contrasting images and whispering emotions
Painted with such striking deft brush strokes
Capturing incredible longing and intensity
Pierre-Auguste Renoir
Would surely
Dance in the Country
A tapestry vibrating with a symphony of well-orchestrated bodies
Two
In slow motion
In late-night acts of fingertips and devotion
For true love only comes around
Once in your lifetime
Like when Adam first found Eve
At the Dawn of Time
In The Garden of Eden
In Zero BC
So Monica
Here's my number
07753210
Call me
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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