Still...

 ...A touch upon
the  heart tenderly settles...

rescuing him from
deep slumber in sorrow's tomb

for emotions to wisk away
like a daffodil's petals
in flight on a sole journey
within persistent passion's swoon...


Yet, while he's a man
in need of serious loving
in the physical

those unrelenting tears fall silent
within an orchestra of solitude's pain

as a soul keeps pulling
at wanton urges...

it's almost mystical
how such blissful recollections
of yesterday's interludes
stubbornly refuse to wane...

still...battling on
in the name of love's consistant war

the prize for victory,
a key to the heart
that's keeps foolishly giving more...