LOVE SONG

Mellifluous voices

The heart swells

With an ache

Threatening to swamp

The eyes.

Insidious workings

Of sincere sounding

Love songs

The grand romance

Felt deep within

Listened to

On this bed of faded flower prints

As eyes stare blankly

Into the dim streetlamp lit

Night

Potent with possibilities

Swirling with lush memories

Of crimson needs

Words and melody

which evoke images

Of a sensuous woman

Reclining on a silk settee.

The painter

Who sees

But would not step forward

To touch

The viewer

Who sees too

But cannot touch.

The mind

Applauds the creation

But the heart is strangely empty

Of warmth

Choking with envy

Wanting yet again

To reach

Perceived perfection.