Tonight (A Rebutt Poem)

Tonight.... I look for you again, and when I find you I shall swoop bald eagle like sharp talons gently securely claim the prize that Nature has, in her astonishment as well earmarked in the appendix of her master plan. You are, indeed my breath, each beat a drum's sweet symphony, olfactory so pleased by you, fine perfumes rise from apocrines into my soul, Schneiderian folds straight passage to the mind, pituitary style, swift messengers despatched through rivers red so many stops to make, adrenals too, constrict and dew from Cowper's just to tease and ultimately please, addicted, frazzled telomeres in handsome genes yes you may drink and lick my wounds as I do yours we step with agile feet back from the brink and brace our eyes to dive into the flood where no one hears our cries. Tis right, I say fatigue must wait for yet another century, I court forever brave, would be, if asked your new devoted slave, yet here we are, have travelled brief but far, have knitted from pure silk a web, tis ours now, you tidied it, wiped off the dust and placed soft cushions near the fireplace, I read the plaque etched in the granite stone For Love And Lust, and WELCOME is the word, we utter it in unison, then whisper as we kiss there is a spot of moisture on your face, oh yes, there is as well on mine.