“I’m Coming Home for Our Lovesong and Our Kisses”

When I am gone will your love still burn like fire?

Will our lovesong linger like a stubborn thrill on your lyre?

Will every heartstring tremble like a living wire

And haunt you with my touch with delirious desire?

Will every pluck of each chord join our hearts sigh for sigh,

Calling up the angels to sing our forsaken  lovechoir?

Will each note be a heartquake doubling the beat of a drum

As from the vast distance I feel every heartbeat you strum?

If you’re strumming our lovesong on a dark wintry night,

And the enamored stars shine  for you like diamonds bright,

I shall come hurrying home to take away their light

And lay them at your feet till they faint with fright.

The envious stars can’t outshine the fire  in my eyes,

As the lovenotes spin my passions into soft cries

For sweet kisses burning more hot than pure wine,

And every touch of your hand a separate shrine.

Strike the chords faster, let the sparks to heaven fly,

I’m coming home before the last strains die;

When the last star is gone your heart will lie

Upon my bosom yielding to desire as I cry.

I cry for more of our music and  the missed  kisses

Under the dark chilly skies as I beg for more caresses;

Your  tense lips gentling on mine  like fragrant  roses

Speak the enchanting pleasure of  of the love it causes.

Could I wish for a higher heaven

When beneath God’s skies our love argues Eden?

What more could I wish to  feel and see

When your loving arms imparadise me?     ###