Would it be a shiver,
indeed, the very touch of your skin,
against mine in the quiet sunset of our lives.
would that all of my desire, my passion,
might respond to your intrigue, lest any reservation,
only sheer sensuality, unbridled to reach so high,
in discretion, we imagine, yet in the public eye,
only mine and yours do we seek more attention.
In mild contrast, we tease each other’s eye,
a sensation of fantasy, a stroll along the telephone wire,
old friends whose mind wild with desire
contain themselves with their own delicious
retreat into a touch, an afterthought,
a conversation with physical response,
yet, together in their own separation,
the safety of climax might reach or may play a song,
long wound in rhythmical pace,
drawing strong the need to become
one with each other
across the world.