I lead your strong
Arms around me, so
Swiftly.
We lie between the
Darkness of the horrific
Night that we pray ends
With the exhale of
The sky,
And between the
Light of sun,
From the pink clouds
Of dawn's delight.
Your heart's beat,
Beating,
My timpani,
Against my flesh...
It feels like Jesus is
Near us,
Giving me gardenias and
Leaving me with
You forevermore.
I look up
At your lightly brazen
Skin.
Your eyes impeccably
Glazed with an autumn
Feel, and the
Diamonds in my flesh
Are the envy of the
Town's parade, and
It's somber shadow.
Your lips caress
My blushing palm,
Inking your lust
With grace
And lacy poise.
My garb immersed
With your honey scent,
And I feel I am
Starving myself of
My old depressions
At last.
This is my jubilant call,
When my flesh turns
To silver and
I leap with lions
In the velvet fall of rain.
This is my jubilee.
You are
My jubilee.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
I lead your strong
Arms around me, so
Swiftly.
We lie between the
Darkness of the horrific
Night that we pray ends
With the exhale of
The sky,
And between the
Light of sun,
From the pink clouds
Of dawn's delight.
Your heart's beat,
Beating,
My timpani,
Against my flesh...
It feels like Jesus is
Near us,
Giving me gardenias and
Leaving me with
You forevermore.
I look up
At your lightly brazen
Skin.
Your eyes impeccably
Glazed with an autumn
Feel, and the
Diamonds in my flesh
Are the envy of the
Town's parade, and
It's somber shadow.
Your lips caress
My blushing palm,
Inking your lust
With grace
And lacy poise.
My garb immersed
With your honey scent,
And I feel I am
Starving myself of
My old depressions
At last.
This is my jubilant call,
When my flesh turns
To silver and
I leap with lions
In the velvet fall of rain.
This is my jubilee.
You are
My jubilee.
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