Solace comes
when you gather me unto yourself,
for it is in your arms
that I blossom like hyacinths
in springtime...
wanting nothing more
than to feel your sweet touch
as I unfold before you.
Tender buds open to warmth,
and passion's kiss is not lost
in the madness around us.
We are suspended in time,
centered in this place,
filled with more sun than shadow;
I am lost in your kiss,
never wanting to be found.


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Blessings and best wishes - S.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
May the LORD of lords the King of kings, The Creator of Heaven and Earth Bless you & your family and there family in a Mighty Way.
In the name of Jesus!!!
This poem is beyond words. You have been able to put passion into words the have such a depth.