The sun struggles to rise The water is flat The stillness of the air Casting blindly Instinctively know where it lands Let it sink into the depths Invade a secret Slow movement  The soft under tow pulls A grip tightens Give and take increases Angle diverges One last powerful pull Culminating into...

Wil you Ever come to me again in our warm bed ,with arms and legs and lips ajar  ready for prising wide open.   Will you Ever wrap your arms  around my ageing body that needs your warmth to sustain it as my fire sinks ever lower   Will you Just for a...