Stirrings
a poem
there’s a song in the air
a little tune on the wind
the promise of love
a whisper of sin
an erotic little melody
a murmur of notes
it stirs the loins
and tickles the throat
the eagerness of spring
composing the theme
the potential of passion
the thrill of a dream
somewhere between
darkness and light
emerges the shadow
of love’s very delight
how it all ends
is a mystery untold
for it’s a longing
no one can control
we don’t really choose
these things that appear
we just have to decide
do we live with the fear
or give them the freedom
while holding them dear
so many of our desires
are colored in this hue
the future we await
if only we knew
