Love at Play

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

A tap with your fan on my nose
A pretty burnt orange rose
A subtle flick of your wrist
The slow warmth of your kiss

I love the unwinding of your love
Soft without silence from above
Clouds so pink and focused
Just like a love potion

The whisper of and telling of secrets
We stay within ourselves secluded from people
I am easily intrigued
By your in-depth needs

Will you forever be this way?
Sharing with me all in your heart you want to say
Keeping our thoughts entwined
Utterly and indefinitely mine

I speak with confidence
You share common sense
I laugh a little to loud
You stand out in a crowd

Our sexuality so profound
Leaves me exhausted and orbit bound
I kin this to mean
You are all I need in a woman it seems

As we cease one day to be
Our love will never flee
For you take me in hand
In thought of our band

I want us to play
I live for that very day
When up like stars we shoot
And explode on a train’s second toot
Sending vapors to our love ones and friends
For we are playing at love in
The End