laid eyes or hands upon
your blushing cheeks,
there would be 16 candles,
soft music from 8 tiny speakers
and I could feed you
if you like, by silver spoon
those lusty little portions
of berries resting within crumbs
of smothering cream
all freshly whipped,
and yes it would
be very safe
to trust your eyes
and other senses
when we are close
in gourmand fashion
and wondering whether,
there will be kisses,
and caresses
and other joys.
And later then
when night has come
and time has dwindled
while we were
entranced in
fragrant extrospection
we may be thinking.
Perhaps with hope
in our happy, timid hearts,
that 16 candles
have arrived
at their lives’ ending
and will die.
In darkness
we will find our truth.