Flame Mahogany Poem by Howard Howie Johnson

The wind whispers of our love
and tells it to the breeze
who then carries it along
over land and seven seas.
It tells of how two hearts
met one evening late
outside a garden gate.
How eyes caught the attraction
and mysticism of one another.
How he stroked her flame mahogany skin
as their ebony eyes met to make them akin.
It told how desire captured two in the night
as they strolled among the whispering trees
and how the flames of passion rose
engulfing both of them that night.