e-poems
It's here
The space where
you should be
Bend your ear
Let my kisses
whisper in
Do not fear
My arms make
a strong O As all
through the centuries
Lovers have been cradled.
Listen, soft!
Ten thousand-volt desire
Sears my heart
Don't give me e-mail,
voice mail Or any other
means of separation
Be here and touch me
My need for you is
nothing virtual
.......But real
