Shall i smile now that we are lovers,
Or cower like a drenched mongrel that survived a storm.
I yearn for a soft touch
The blessed caress of a woman’s hand so right.
So blood in me coldly boils ,
And the frozen of past pains that i away stashed defrost slow
I from the touch again in this chill of things feel warm,.
Wrapped in the cocoon of passion.
Heart singing like a cold cathedral hymn of Rome.