Some readers may be interested to know that I have
just posted Chapter 4 of Blasphemy my gay-interest crime serial on the fiction blog:
Meanwhile...
Today’s poem has not appeared on the blog since
mid-2010. I have been asked to repeat it for ‘Chantelle’ and ‘Gus’ for their
respective partners, ‘Holly’ and ‘Liam’.
Like so many of my love poems, this one can apply to any
lovers anywhere, regardless of colour, creed, sex or sexuality. Oh, and why
not? Since when did love discriminate against anyone?
EXCESS EXPRESS
I
only had to see you
for
a heat to rush through me
like
an express train
I
only had to hear you
for
music to rush through me
like
songbirds on wing
I
only had to touch you
for
desire to rush through me
like
a summer wind
You
only had to hold me
for
passion to rush my senses
like
wild honeysuckle
You
only had to kiss me
for
delight to rush my despair
like
birthday surprises
You
only had to love me
for
its sheer ecstasy to rush us
like
an express train
Where
life rushes at love
and
would share but glimpses,
we
had other ideas
Copyright R. N.
Taber 2010
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