Milk and Honey, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Milk and Honey


With head ever still,
Listening for her heart’s trill,
Feeling its message.
Soft as downy are her breasts,
My mind now quietly rests.

Cradled in pure silk,
Her perfect whiteness of milk.
A scent of honey,
On her body I inhale,
It covers me like a veil.

Holding this moment,
If it could be permanent.
Branded in my heart!
But there’ll be thoughts to destroy,
This warming feeling of joy.

Here’s the Promised Land.
Not questioning love’s command.
More than my desire.
Feelings of being wanted,
When counted among the aged.