Please Pass
Some passion.
Please pass me some passion,
Salted and saucy too,
Seasoned with compassion,
And then tell me it’s true.
I trail my hand in the sand,
You’re printed on my mind,
In orbit now, when will I land,
You’re beautiful and kind.
Let’s call it reciprocal,
And hope it never ends,
And that it’s archetypical,
Revives and also mends.
Love is in the air you know,
Let’s savour it right now,
Let’s call the knot a lover’s bow,
As we both take a bow.
I’ll hold you close; you are the most,
Eclipsed by the sun and moon,
We’ve both passed the winning post,
Now it’s time to swoon.
Printed like a photograph,
Your face fills up the space,
Your body is the autograph,
Filled with love and grace.
Then when Night folds her arms,
And disappears in the dark,
We’ll succumb to our charms,
Till we both hit the mark.
Printed there on my mind,
For all the world to see,
A treasure that’s so hard to find,
The way to set us free.
©
David Rudder
2023
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