your eyes smile at me with silent lips.
I envy your soft features that would
compliment my lust for your touch.
you do not know me.
nor do I know you.
but what would that matter if, for a
while, our minds and bodies could be
cooled by the warm embrace of our
Poem © 1977, 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo: Woodblock by Ina Jean Garner, circa 2002.