Sweet Seduction

What sweetness can I speak?
When the taste of you is a memory,
But a memory I relish and yearn,
For when you return I will relearn the memory of sweet.

But don’t let these mellifluous words deceive,
Because despite those memories,
Redolent with every colour and hue,
I can still taste the sweetness of you.

Oh how you speak such aromatic words so naively,
Could be a fool if you deceive me,
For a fool leaps into the wild unknown,
Searching for seductive sweetness alone.

When I do return shall you taste,
And my absence will be no more to waste,
To devour the intricacies of our human make-up,
For passion and frenzy will lead to our inner wake-up.

For words refined yet speak so blind,
For how are you yet to feel the decline,
Of my sweetness it has been so raw,
Of protem time unlike before.

Perhaps you speak from heart alone,
And for this I fall for such sweet tone,
My mind restricts the flame to rise,
I long to feel and still be wise.

I fear the union may travel near,
The distance far our time may sear,
I thus remain the valve enclosed,
To open and release engorges inner woes.

Fear not your questions will be answered,
Our time surpasses all you've wondered,
But what do I receive in turn,
Or is my role to help you learn?

I feel for you and hasten to be close,
Talk no more, silence rules verbose,
One day you may waken and be alone,
Yet your heart will glisten like a precious gem stone.

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2006 MCARB