See? Taste? Know?


The heart sings

Dance on marionette strings

Pulled by the touch of a lover,

Dance, dance and discover –

Never displeased by the sight,

Caught, enraptured by delight.


The petals of parted lips

In softest pressure of a kiss,

Enthralled by the desirable need

The juice of which you feed

To satiate the infinite void

The heart which was destroyed.


The quiver of heart strings

The soul’s own plea sings,

Dancing the dance of a lover

Caught in the touch discovered –

By not the wisest ways of the world

But by the heart of petals unfurled.