Beneath the calm velvet,
I would be reborn by your love.
This ice-bound heart would begin to thaw.
Each drop of meltwater,
A sorrowful tear for
Many a wasted year.
In a place that exists only in moonlight,
Where my dreams are reality,
Where I can kiss your sensuous lips
Unimpeded by inhibition,
Where your eyes shine like
As distant as we are in truth.
Where your crescent moon smile
Bathes me in your mystery,
And your warmth the only contradiction.
O, my beautiful Adonis
You could be the kiss of spring
That awakens new life within.
© 2019 Martin Charlton
Published queer author, blogger and historical crime enthusiast.