Her Love
Her love is like
wild honey that
seeps from a tree
sap so tender
It is generous at dawn
honey sweet sap
that runs through
her intimate garden
It is love that
comes like a candle flame
or like the morning sun
lighting up the sky
Her love comes at night
it is felonious
ransacks my heart
with the hand of a goddess
Her sweet love
consoles my soul
spills into my eyes
the deepest dreams
I would walk over coals
for the moon of her lips
and to find the blind wind
of her silky ebony body...
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