28 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.
Poem 051 When you make love to me
When you make love to me, it’s something so divine
a touch inside, I’ve known silently. I feel but can’t define
and in that silence, I am more than answered
You’ve painted me, a melody, a meadow of delight
the way the wind moves through the fields
an sings, a song of life
where my heart longs for the refrain
