Crumble Poem by Bill Smith

Crumble
Lying warm in bed,
wind howling down the chimney
wrapped in thoughts of last
nights kiss,
fleetingly more passionate than ever,
I felt on your lips the gentle crumble,
the softening of the mortar in the protective
wall's around your heart,
like an ancient Greek artisan
chipping away at his block of marble
to create the Venus De Milo
I attempt to kiss a hidden you into life
to reveal something even more beautiful
than that which I holdin my arms.