Jonesing for you, love

 
I draw my sounds
saying them later
to myself, out loud.

Laying across my bed
I fondle them lovingly;
these exquisite sounds
my imagination have fed.

Sweet is the taste
honeying my mouth,
with every luscious word
that is pronounced.

Jonesing for you, love

There is much that can be said
but simplicity is key
artful sound of words...poetry.

You are my muse
in flesh and thought,
in sight, sound and taste
all, emotion fraught.

The sire,
purity of expression,
this desire,
a fuel without cessation.

Jonesing for you, love

Give me I what need,
feed the hunger
seething within me.

My flesh parched in drought,
awaits the deluge
of delicious sibilants.

Draw for me sounds
that I may say later
to myself, out loud.

I am… Jonesing…
for you, love.

Gypsy Red