13 November 2009

Rise To See

rise to see
an answer would stare you in
the face if your gaze could rise
to lips above those comely breasts
the sultry curving hips the 

lissom buttocks swell

it is all’s well in its place,
you’re caged mind's-eye between
your hopes hard pressed and
thighs warming the love alive’s 

concealment of rank distress

it is so good to see you,
you say - meaning why can’t I
see more of you please
I’d die to glimpse the
promised land


and she replies in tinkling
notes sweeter than water
ringing over ancient stones
the answer’s in my eyes
if yours could rise to see
© 5 October 2009, I. D. Carswell