When all I crave

Oh to have the full moon on my palm
Some rarefied polished amber, a secluded coral sanctuary
And the flower that blooms every three thousand years
Or a butterfly cove, a ride on fluffed clouds


The Fabergé egg, or an Aztec coin
Or a Raphael tapestry, a Mauryan map
Perhaps The handwritten copy of Henry viii's Green Sleeves
And the Babylonian clay tablet, the first map of the world


But how can I ask, how can I want and crave
When all I crave, all I crave is to talk to your eyes
Feel the caress of your smile and wait for the moment
When you turn around to look and inhale my soul


April 2011