Will we kiss tomorrow,
embrace of the flesh,
while basking in the glory
of who you truly are. . . love.

Take my hand,
lead me to the green grass
of a home so familiar,
your amazing eyes. . . forevermore.

Forsaken you never,
sacrificing my forever for yours,
taste of the wine
as I dine on your. . . sweet kiss.

For now I go
into the sweet sun of Summer,
alone, but not,
memorable times,
these were never to be. . . forgotten.Timothy Michael DiVito c2020