R.G.

*** We've started Shakespeare in class and I was reminded of a poem I wrote in college. I was acting in a production of Macbeth and had begun to think in iambic pentameter.

I’ve never seen such skin that I have want to touch
Or eyes I would surrender with a heart of pure
The silkiness of you is all my dreams do see
Still my eyes are only fit from pleading sore

Oh – that my tongue could hold the words that you do wish for.
My blood reveal the temperature of yours
My hands would know the thirst that you do quench for
The thirst that only eyes can now endure