a poem

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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

Written by

father, motorcyclist, old retired guy who’s just a little lost on a blue marble corkscrewing its way to oblivion

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