My body but the grass of Earth
my soul the Sun Eternity
I feel the rickrack of our minds
the rhythm-rhythm-rhyme which binds
O Love, you part my lips with words
strong arms of passion lift me high
with tenderness which makes me cry
you guide your quivering bird to fly
You beckon dreams to my delight
you seal off darkness in fierce flight
my fluttering heart does rest in yours
my Love, love me through rustling hours
What a lovely poem
best of love,
sun of sa
VERY beautiful. Thank you for your comments on my writing and I'm glad I stopped by to read some of your's as well. :)
You have painted a lovely vision.
Myra What a lovely poem - a sensual journey our the Milky Way. I like these lines: You beckon dreams to my delight you seal off darkness in fierce flight Regards Donkerman
beautiful Myra beautiful. I love the rickrack of rythm rhyme bound minds. That a love might part anothers lips with words, and beckoning dreams ... Every lover should aspire to give these feelings to one other ... shine on sister Steve
Myra, This is a beautiful poem with more that one way to interpret the words. I like to read it as sexy and sensual, filled with the awe that you only experience when you love someone with your body and your souls connect on a different plain. Christine.