The sun lies low adjacent to our breasts
Feel its hallowed breath pulsating
In our armpits like fanned veins.
Though we wind around some circle
You never let go.
You cling on me like gumnut!
I suffuce my soul in soporific milkwater
Till my heart melts
In the power of communion.
Harmony gathers its devine halo.
So we are here again, my darling
In the soul to which we belong-
Mirror of the substance of our body....
Sweet music of the clock strike-peace!
Rings our bell like angelus.
Milton,
Beautifully scripted, deep, romantic love poem. I enjoyed your choice of words. Keepp writing and sharing. Linda