Tell me another story. And another and another.

About your childhood when you ran with your doggie down the river.

Rode you bike and fell and Grandma healed your knee with her lips.

When you couldn’t stand your excitement when that butterfly stood

in your hand. Or when you ran up and down the street in the rain.

Tell me any other one. I know, you have already told them to me.

But be a sweet love and do it one more time.

Put your arm on my chest and get close to my cheek and ear.

Start the fire in me by holding me tight. Slowly sweet love.

We shall both burn in a pyre of love before midnight.

Until tomorrow’s dew quells our desire.

Tell me sweet love. Tell me one more story.

EO