Love Poem

*I want to write you a love poem.
Not May time and flowers.
But burning with passion
And desires so much so
It will slow down time itself
to a motionless crawl
dragging out the seconds
Until you return to my bed.

Filling your thoughts with blood red lust.
As dangerous as the charging rapids
of the mountain rivers
after the winter snow melts.
So intense it burns away propriety
And we feast on its wild ancient flavors.
So encapsulating
upon reading its words.
You will unfasten your hair
as you drop everything else
and run to me.

And when we meet
No words
No words
No words
Let's not waste our breath on words.