Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Lovers lost in love's loving emabrace

Eternity

Cool,
clear,
crisp,
Midnight as the moon rises.
Rare,
flitting,
moments,
Love as bodies mingle.
Harsh,
fast,
shallow,
Breath as mouths part.
Shy,
whisper,
longing,
Heart as fingers trace.

For love is what you make it,
A touch,
A kiss,
A word.
For all who chose to use it
A girl,
A boy,
Together,
Forever can they make it.

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