Unsure

If my passion
Could be stirred like
That again
Unsure
If my desire
Hasn’t been lulled
To a 100 year sleep
Unsure
If the dawn
Will come, if the
Moon will rise
Unsure
If time really
Moves on or truly
Stands still
Unsure
I will hear
My lovers voice
From Years gone by
Unsure
If I will
Taste the sweetness
Of love again.
New love full of lust
And want
Sensual love
Demanding to be touched
Caressed, fondled, stroked.
Unsure.

Chris Riley