The dew drops mingle with the scented foam,
As foaming orchid kisses trace desire.
She sees my desire reflected in chrome
The falling chrome rain cannot quench our fire,
That same flaming fire that guides my need home
Home; where teased kisses play upon her lyre
As lyre strings vibrate like a honeyed comb
I succumb to the thoughts of her desire.
My one desire to ease her wanton need
In latent streams of need that twist and flow
Where flowing movement feeds the hunger so.
So love demands that we sate lusting greed
In greedy torrent waters we renew
Our knowing passion so long overdue
©JG Farmer 2011
Form: Cyclic Wreathed Sicilian Sonnet