Love Poem

Something says that
you’re my lost and found

and yet not-yet found
So how to secure you fast

boldly and bodily
and talk on through the night

Some elf has spoken
softly so you wouldn’t hear

to say I ingested some sweet of yours
and shared the hand you knead with

And so I’ve tasted
the inner mingling

and felt the hot rising
of your living form

Grant Duncan 4.2.06