Simmering

I knew you still, even then –
With your steamy hot sin;
When bottles knew their way –
Across any sunny day;
No matter at all what time –
It was surely time to shine;
Amidst the stars ever so bright –
You find your way to me this night.
You tell me of your heart –
How it was not meant - us to part;
Though, still I see you through-
Knowing not what to do;
Should I wait to know for sure-
With more this pain to endure?
The dance of your eyes this night –
The darkness they do light;
The burning embers of my heart –
Surely a roaring fire will start;
Smother me with your embrace –
For from this scene I will race;
Knowing not what to do –
Still it’s true I love you.


Copyright Beth Layne 2008