The Raven Redux & Other Poems

Love's Name

If love ever had a name,
it would be tattooed on your lips,
imprinted with kisses on my neck and chest,
making me forget all of the rest.

Love is strange! -
how it seduces and overpowers the senses,
fleeting moments of sanity, all wrapped up
in mad moments of lust and vanity.

It takes control of our bodies,
as though we are drunk puppets,
we are swiggers swimming
in tempting oceans of bliss and profanity.

We are two lovers that want to stay
swimming in these shallow depths,
never seeking to surface for air,
instead we hold onto an ever-lasting kiss,
my hands are liquid motion
caressing your hair.