These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

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It's from the heart I see how close
we live each loving day.
I hear each beat of body prose.
What nearness we obey!

The smell of perfume near the ear.
The taste of honey lips.
Our arms enclose our warmest cheer.
This moment never slips.

Our eyes are locked in a link secure
as Time just melts away.
The taste of Earl Grey tea so pure
is pale in Love's display.

The sound of breath's slow rhythmic beat
lifts softest hairs aloft.
The salty skin is awfully sweet
as the scent of hair does waft.

The song of Love is clearly seen,
enraptured as we are.
The hope of days with my life's queen
will lift me past a star.

by Jay O'Toole
on February 27th, 2019