Scented

    

               Scented

In a scented bath, I bathe in readiness for you.                             
Body, mind relaxed soaking the stresses of my day
Lying soaking my form glistening like gold
I feel your hands slowly whispering over me
In my minds eye, I see you, reaching, reaching up to me
Your hands whispering incandescently over me.
AS I soak in those scented waters, thinking of you..
I've scattered petals as you use to do
Their scent heavenly, those roses you sent to me,
They were deep, as the colour of the blood
That runs through your veins.
So dark so true..those roses like you, unbelievable!
Such roses as these were rare like a dream.
In the softest twilight light, those lanterns on the streets,
The night such a sight, the misty morn dew I stepped upon
Enveloping me in your arms,
Hugging me tight like in a vice.
But the ambiguity in you, dared not look at me.
You present me with most unusual, delicious sweets.
That I have not the name for nor eaten before..
He brought his cupped hands before me, on his palms displaying,
The most delicious sweet'ings.
They were offered with love in his eyes..
As he carried his hands cupped thus, towards me..
Trying one Ahh.. heavenly..
It tasted like nothing I've tasted before, or ever will
Looking into his eyes I smiled thanking him,
The sweet music in my mind is somewhat discerning to me,
I know not it's tune.
But my mind is certain in a distance far, in the younger days of my life,
When the love in my life, the sounds being played,
In the distant epicness of my days,
Of those days when there was music in my soul
When love lived in my heart!!..
But in the glowing moonlight that night, I stood before He,
It was way beyond midnight, as I offered my lips to Him
Whispering Merci:
As I drank from his lips the fountain of youth the spring where I was born..
The dawning of dawn, yawning tiredly without sleep, 
Before he went I engraved his name.. in the deepness of my mind  
His Smile, that smile I'll remember, still remembering that smile infectiously 
Can not help it..I've searched  him high and low 
The boy nowhere to be seen.
But I should have known by now.
The hope of seeing him, again diminishing 
Under the scorching sun, I've walked under, the winds the rain
The morning, dew, soaked through with the rain, 
I've knocked, in every door of this land.
Without finding you, not my love..
Saddened by memories that I hold, memories as I enfold you in my arms..
That kiss the love between us so deep..
The frozen years the yearning, 
The dreams we had.
Am I that poet that writes and writes again,
As I knock yet again on that door of that house, that window.
Just to glance into your eyes your lips..
"That Kiss"                                                                                      

                                   By Connie James.