Lovers

Two lips touch electrically.
Freud explodes, smiling.

The eyes of prisons melt,
you with me, I with you

past pleasures measure
in importance only faintly.

You love, I love invest love
majestically.
Nothing else on my God's earth
matters.

Bless these lips touched and touching,
mention pleasure once dreamt

now extant in gorgeous smiles
firm as churches built of stone and rock

for no inviting reason.

John Cornwall

If you've any comments on his poem, John Cornwall would be pleased to hear from you.