Just Looking

I fix my eyes on you, love –
and know that I am too old
to reach you: damn.

I love the curve of your left shoulder
and I smoulder on, desire
to cream a pearl necklace
on your perfect collarbone.

I love you, love you.
And, they’d laugh out loud
to know the truth. Trickle, trickle.
Derring-do, or do not,
as I wait to don my shroud.
I want you, want you. So silly, so daft.
I will love you with tears.

Ceinwen Haydon

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Ceinwen Haydon  would be pleased to hear them.