I miss the soft glowing voice of love
which used to envelop me once
And stirred desires in this cactus
that used to be my heart
Soft strains of galactic music
flowing over veins of copper
As sweet lips formed the words
and imagination did the rest.
Shivering frail fibers of protoplasm,
energized by life,
took those pulsating packets of breath
As they conjured back images of
those sensuous lips
curving in the semi-darkness
around intoxicating words.
A moist glisten of wetness, as petals
on a lily flower wave so gently
brushing each other
with the caress of life.