Dunne Making Love

Can’t stop but want to
Be like a
Compass with
You that points at
Me too
Just wont to
Right but can’t
Find the words…

On the screen, they
Play out the scene of
Lust Anew; Awry
Of
The truth
I seek because I
Can’t feel
You. I feel there’s
‘Athing missing….
(or two)

Like the sweet sweetness
Of the tender kissing and
Firm touching of.
You.

Tied so tightly to the moor
So sure that
You feel it too, this
Newness and Light
Blueness of…

This – Something
I’ve not felt before in
This Life.

Sleeping miles from your
Seeing smiles I can feel.

Your eyes two
Close too
Watch the compass as
It points to me and
Simultaneously;
Mine points too!

You.