Ache Poem by jo kelly kelly

I ache like a blank page
Empty ink
I write on a blank page
Pictures of you created by the miniute
A conspiracy of skin an taste
Smell and all that unfolds
Words sleep on my tounge and
Burst by the minuite
A collage of eyes reflected in the sky
My body aches
As time makes me pay
Gratefull I am for my lover eyes
Leading on principle
Just to stun the cynical
Knowing I never said a lie
All my pressing duties
Encircled in to one meaning
A sleep that comes so easy
thinking of you
Hold me close remind me
Of tender
My arms reserved
Way over younder
So I rest here as I ache
Waiting for passion
Released by the gods