In Love

Let the dismal day have its turn,
For mine is in the way of love.
Expounded in intricate lace,
The chrysanthemum smile of my lover.

All is open in our book of prose,
With endless chapters written in memories.
Dauntless the days speeding fast;
Time it does lapse between tired hands;
For nocturnal comforts we bleed to gain,
In the arms of an Angel, this Argus does lay.

Your eyes how they glimmer the knowing look;
You breath on my neck is my craving,
With listless whispers to effervesce my senses.

The still of night's follies turn damp upon the sheets;
The curve of our bodies relax in sublime hues;
The encouragement of words spoken soft;
The will of our love does spade the night air.

The foolish may laugh at our lust thrown to the winds;
But, the lust of the spiritual has sewn it seeds in our hearts.
We cherish these moments
Kept hidden for so long,
Respecting the virtues and not enslaving them to wills and whims.

How many ways to make love?
Let us not stop until all recognized.
The false guards be hailed and drawn out,
Replaced by the openness and sharing
Of hearts, minds, and bodies.

As dawn light creeps in,
Our awakening just the beginning.
We breath as one;
We live as one;
We love as one.


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