the secret
river of love flows
ever so gently
under the watchful
eye of the beholder
cherry blossom...
weaving the wreath
of desire
with the first taste
of the nectar
the rise
of the fecund moon
foretold...
the image of the spring
flower drunk with love
your red lips
speak softly of "us" as
i explore
the mystic fruit of your
essence with lustful eyes
a brush with
the intense passion of your
ways sublime...
spirited away by the sacred
poetry of desire
you turn up
the heat with your
magic touch
just like the frisky suns
of the summer past
finally, you lift
the veil and whisper love
(ever so tenderly)...
clearing the path to inner peace
with a spoonful of dreams


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Such a small flaw amongst such perfection of feeling.
Thank you for sharing
Great job!
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the intense passion of your
ways sublime...
spirited away by the sacred
poetry of desire what gorgeous lines...
my lifetime Lawrence. Oh my!!
Poetry, even my own, so often reaches for that perfection, but falls short.
This one didn't.
how are you...Spring is near and we are just waiting for your another poem..
Thanks for your yummy comments ...you are the king...:)
lots of emotion... love it...
HAPPY WEEKEND...
:)
This poem reminds me of St. John of the Cross's poem Dark Night of the Soul. Your poem is sort of the bright companion to his dark poem, but both of you have a secret rendezvous with your creator/lover.
I love the gentle telling of it.
Pay it forward group