Agape Hill
Agape Hill
When the silvery moon drips Ouzo,
And our chilled glasses are angelically full.
May I ever wanton be~and hope our desires,
forever to fulfill!
My red, long, hair ~ flowing with gleaming
golden-hues,
A star-filled sky above us,your smile so
adoringly bemused.
We collapse happily, high on our hill.
Be star-still this night, lost in each others
twinkling eyes.
Lovingly quiet and oh, so very still.
Shhh...
Hush...
Promise to tell no soul of our secrets.
High on love on Agape Hill!
May 29, 2020
Noon PST
Poem # 1,299
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