this once

I'd be grateful for

such basic touch
the scent of your hair
sweet soft by my face
 
Your smile blooms gentle
upon moist lips
eyes so misty true
 they warn me of hope

Caution me to think
of youth now lost
to mortal decay
and these crippled bones

Could I reach out now
not graze your face
feel your blushing cheeks
softly with my wrists 

May I draw you near
to these coarse lips
can you grant your grace
bear my young heart's kiss 
-dp-
4-11-14