How Do I Take My Love? Poem by Myra Jefferson

How do I take my love?
I take my love hot and steamy
But not so much so that it burns
But with billowy clouds of joy released
And wispy streams that twist and turn

When I draw it towards me it feels warm on my face
Like the sun on a winter morning
And all of my dreams fall into place
With high hopes and no hint of warning

And should it cool off it will taste the just the same
There's no loss with the fire retreating
The sweetness and spices still remain
And grow stronger with each reheating

My love will compliment a full course life
Or satisfy with its fullness alone
When I thirst it refreshes along with my portion
When I hunger it's a feast all its own