Shyness is cute and so are kittens,
But all things grow, as fat cats thicken.
As our love ages it too engorges
And from seeds nourished blossoms flourish.
So why, amid swollen lover's hearts,
Do we deny acting on lover's parts
Scripted for lovers in our same role?
The curtains have closed on that slow show.
My sight, having the benefit of your view,
Is my sole sense as yet to consume you.
So if your passion can keep pace with mine
Free it to dance; let anxious love intertwine
The tangles of our messy lives and, tied
As one, we can sleep blissful, satisfied.
