Absence

Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool,

Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool. Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb,

Of a fruit-filled lemon tree when the day is young and dim. But a silence vasty-deep, oh deeper than all these ties

Now, through the menacing miles, brooding between us lies. And more than the songs I sing, I await your written word,

To stir my fluent blood as never your presence stirred.