Untitled Poem by michael john jackson

Thunder could not turn my head,
The way it's turned today,
Toward a distant unseen room,
Within the distant day.

And drum beat rise impatient,
Beneath these finger tips,
That long to rest once more,
Within the hollows of her hips.

Scented sighs, and gentle cries,
Sough softly from those lips.

With darkened words,
Like midnight birds
I cursed the comming light,
And held my breath
To hear you breathe
Your soft breath,
To the night.

If Heaven sent its seeds to sow,
And grow what Heaven knows.
They could not grow
So dear and sweet
To me as Annerose.