Secure in the Arms of Love
When all our intimate poetry
has been spoken
and all the strings of our heart
have been strung
when hope is sustained without question
Will we invite our passion's longing,
and welcome our vulnerable emotions?
Will we find promises of enchantment,
from the hunger in our tongue's rapture?
Carrying our souls into a realm of lost time
where we'll scatter laurels of roses and purple asters
before us
to breathe in their fragrant scents
that linger on the breath of our sighs
where wishes overflow, from their well
spilling red onto the glorious sunset
bathing our skin in quiet moments of solitude
as we lay beneath the altar that is the glowing sky
leaving a picturesque bounty of beauty
in our eyes of sensual serenity
that reveals our budding blooms of love
warming the open petals in our inner garden
from our tender transparent first kiss
secure in the arms of love
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