Next Cruise

To Michael

Don't walk too far to find a love, down that long and narrow hallway, a pinhole view which ends in the depths of frigid waters. So many took that path in search of happiness, alas, return to where their beds are made, no scent, no reminds of passion. And while you're gone I'll paint a kiss down below the middle of your waiting sheets, leave an outline of my hands at the edge, right by where you lay your hips. I will welcome you inside with a first time yearning, guide you towards a place of comfort, towards my lips in waiting. We will tangle in embrace till the dawn returns, when we learn our lines and curves, we shall crave for more. Beguiled, I find myself, when you hold me on your arm Each time you close your eyes, I feel weakness in my loins. Dance with me and sway beyond the end of yesterday Can your arms feel me quiver, deep inside my breast?

By Elizabeth Palisoc, April 3, 2009