Ambrosial stitches weave
on the seams of closeness.
Arms encompassing beyond grasps,
never loosing the palms of the other.
Under burgundy does modesty elude,
outlines of what is crafted beneath.
Locking intimacy together,
virtues never revealing.
They are the keepers of each other,
richness ever filling within.
For if every penny was love,
plentiful would there togetherness bring.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
Ambrosial stitches weave
on the seams of closeness.
Arms encompassing beyond grasps,
never loosing the palms of the other.
Under burgundy does modesty elude,
outlines of what is crafted beneath.
Locking intimacy together,
virtues never revealing.
They are the keepers of each other,
richness ever filling within.
For if every penny was love,
plentiful would there togetherness bring.
