John Ngo

To Vi

A long time since passage holds;
When Spring, her smile brings, to
Each writhing being--such a joy
That overwhelms and leaves pulsating--
Therein, is held an affinity toward
Amorous thoughts and conviviality;
A yearning, for deep chalets and moist
Beginnings--to languish, in each
Million-jeweled jewel.

Acrostic

Luminous with each supple fold of thy brow;
Indentured I am to each writhing smile--
Simple textures enduring while we lie reposed;
Adamant by Nature, pensive, albeit, I suppose

Volumes -your lips do endure
Industrious meet to soothe my gentle tempest;

Let us not build upon our frays as
Every day yet does hold another hour –
Hone each one with sumptuousness
Offerings to one another; I should
Never but hope that I could
Give you such a love as our love.