The Poets’ Garret
Texte: Your voice skipped and paused like a pencil
Spain by Major JacksonThe whisper that gently caressed my ear
It flicks the switch to turn up the heat
The softest touch that makes me slowly melt
A kiss; the taste of her that draws me near
Can she feel the rhythm of my heart beat
With senses searing like a burning welt
And does she hear me calling out her name
As love demands I admit this defeat
And surrender to the pleasure I’ve felt
No longer can we be playing a game
Cards dealt
©JG Farmer 2015
Form: Curtal Sonnet
The Boy Poet 