A hint of warm fruit in whispered word
Lasts me all summer long. - Songs
Of romance in verse heat me like fire.
At the sound of your name flames
Alight me with sharp acid blaze.- Hint
Me toward kisses you recently left
On my so eager mouth, as when
In sweet dreams you appeared.
I then saw the first lines of our love
In your gold-dusted verse. -Thus light
Every dusk, and shadow me
Throughout all my sleep.- Oh hint
Me a message tonight, and fly
With a taste of encore.- Make haste.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hints-of-taste/
