Insatiable Poet.

 If I knock on your door again, will you come out will you !  
With the sands of time, tinny grains of sand I would show you..
Those white sands we touched as we together lay, 
Dreaming dreams of yesterday as we came together for ever and a day..
With those petals that we know so well, its the colour of the moon, 
Known better as the evening primrose as it lays at our feet,
As the wind blows, blowing them sky high and I snatching them 
Are still in my pocket, yearning longing to see you..
By the candle light you offer me a glass we stand sipping that red wine,
Its like the nectar of the Gods so good so clear the colour of a Ruby 
Sparkling like your eyes storming that night by the open sea..
So high. But the moon so clear so unusual in a stormy night,
As we stand there we did not care if it stormed or otherwise. 
Engraved for eternity our foot prints were, 
Not even the wind could obliterate those foot prints left by us, 
In years to come someone will find those fossilised prints left by you and me. 
The wine from your lips scented only by you, 
That night we hugged by the moon light the open sea , 
We kissed and kissed fully, its still within me the madness of that kiss
Still lingers on within me..In the distance I see you, 
As I smile to myself with the memories of that night, on the sands with you. 
At the small precinct way pass closing time, I wonder through 
Am happy that you knew , at times the sorrow within, only I know, I tell no one, 
Within me I have you happy so happy unbelievable so.. 
As I look in my mirror I see the image of you, in the light of the candle, 
In darkness also..Or by the starlight, I can imagine you. 
As I knock on your door will you come out will you ..
I've come from far and wide crossed city's streets, 
Just looking for you, for that one more kiss. 
Like an obsessive obsession your words obsessively so. 
This insatiable poet that's inside of me.