Ripples of Love

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

If the fire from my heart does not reach you with the warming of yesteryear,
Then I am in threat of drowning here,
I would grab for a lifesaver if I knew where she would be,
but I have been drifting aimlessly you see.

Take the knife that I slit my world,
With and purchase for me another beautiful girl
Sing in the tempo but dance in my soul,
Just that one person that I can hold

Talk to me through the music of love,
Raindrops on my heart as I search for you far up above,
I can run faster then the sea can allow you to swim,
but I can’t perceive you rejecting my love on a whim.

Ask me any forbidden thing,
And I will excite your desires like a bird with a broken wing
I simply must show you a way to forget what they consider wild,
And give to you all that has not been allowed

I will bring love trust and all manner of bumps and bruises to your life,
And I might one day ask you to be my wife
Because I can, you see I am that type of man.
I make no excuses for my flaws,
I ask no one to help me when I fall,

I see only the rhythm of a love so sweet,
so robust, so profound so full of the perfect release.
It resides with me now can’t you touch it?
Yes, that old adage you’ve been bit.
If life made me look I would search inside your heart,
If love made me stop loving I would die broken, apart.

Leave me be, let life run like water over me,
Mnnnnnnnnnnnnn Ripples of Love aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Ripples of love exotic nights of lust ummmmmm, yes, yes
Simply amazing waves of magic crushed from love’s touch

Stop telling me of this beautiful love,
let it engulf me let it tingle on my skin,
for no hearts it shows me to win leave me
and this wonderful love to be entwined
and explode together in a rapture so immense,
till our climax reaches higher and higher with the pulse of the river,
quieting on a welcoming quiver.
The End.