No, not now

     you've come too soon.

A dark silhouette lays before me

Angelic songs spill from her lips

My hands become my eyes

     as I see her,

     dangerous curves

     carved from invading moonlight.

My instruments of sight turn back to touch,

     I feel her soft hair,

     running o'er silky skin.

Feeling not touch but emotion,

     the love is shown from

          her lips to my fingertips.

No not now,

     my senses dull,

          my lips smiling,

               my heart burning,

                    by being,

                         loving.

 

this one certainly came between 98 and 99 while i was married to my first wife.  in as much things ended rather poorly between us there was an obvious belief in caring and loving for her.  i was always tired and she always wanted to do something,