The flavour of your eyes
Strong peppermint of a caress
It elevates to soaring heights
And draws away one’s very breath.

That breath becomes a symphony
An orchestra of love;
Drawn in as pure monophony,
Song rising, touching as a dove.

Your speech becomes a texture soft
Carefree it’s silken smooth and fresh;
To carry high aloft
Then with all senses to enmesh.

Your touch it is chromatic blue
Within a spectrum come awake.
Embrace with such a rainbow hue
Your slave forever make.

© G. Burns 20-Feb-2012