The spring of my thoughts

is dry and thirsty

thirsty for a few drops of inspiration

that only you can offer

through a savoring kiss;

a gentle touch,

or perhaps the sound of your voice

might aid me in my quest...

So my dear, I ask you a simple question:

Would you fill up the dried spring

and allow my thoughts to bloom

like the sweet orchids

or watch the wrinkles form

on the  Earth's youthful face?

MT~  September 20, 2014

A/N: Tell me what you think :-)