Final touches done to
last night's poem,
I watch as white starlight
fills the window and,
the moon sheds its clothes.
Now in dreams reverie -
you reach for me as
night's soft breath stirs.
Your face above mine,
we struggle for release.
I see shadows of dawn
slide from heaven's rim;
clouds, kissing and cuddling,
matching our concave -
convex harmonies.
Walking at dusk now;
a white winter's kiss is
pressed on tender lips -
A twilight's chill comes on,
you place another log on the fire.
Our intimacies seen
stripped naked.
I'm held spellbound
by this magic.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 8:59 AM UTC
Final touches done to
last night's poem,
I watch as white starlight
fills the window and,
the moon sheds its clothes.
Now in dreams reverie -
you reach for me as
night's soft breath stirs.
Your face above mine,
we struggle for release.
I see shadows of dawn
slide from heaven's rim;
clouds, kissing and cuddling,
matching our concave -
convex harmonies.
Walking at dusk now;
a white winter's kiss is
pressed on tender lips -
A twilight's chill comes on,
you place another log on the fire.
Our intimacies seen
stripped naked.
I'm held spellbound
by this magic.
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
