by Laurie Kolp
Our love began when we first met,
electricity long gone out
recharged all senses, made me sweat;
you pulled me through a lonely drought.
My sensual appetite whet,
you became all I thought about.
Once dead, my life was now set;
you pulled me through my lonely drought.
When did our love become Kismet?
The game you play fills me with doubt-
my love, do you now have regret?
You led me to my lonely drought.