the very moment it comes along;
from first sight to first sound,
to first hungry retreat,
thirsting to repeat
the only melody to hold you
from the deepest of below,
raised far above its beating drum.
You are the song, that one you know
you love the very minute it turns on;
from first note to first word,
from first thirsting repeat
that hungers to reheat
the only lyric that cradles you
from what knocks you low,
metered far above its pulsing hum.
You are the woman, that human touch
searched for the second it's gone;
from first hold to the last,
from first heated hungry kiss,
that threatens to dismiss
in its starving absence
your own paltry existence,
measured far above its final sum.