Swallows

Where have all the swallows disappeared? So did all the fiery blossoms of my spring in a huff! Oh! Who has purloined the fragrance of my days And the breeze that brought me the warmth of your hug? Darkness fell at the dawn, know not from where The sun has exited my days, know not where With the sweet tenderness of your luscious lips And the rousing moist softness of your body on mine. But the fragrance of your dreamy eyes remains So does the presence of sensuous giggles The sweetness of roses and jasmine that spreads as you sweat And the rhythm of your stressful sensual breathing against mine. And I live!