Honeysuckle fawning
Love, it's time to end our peripatetic wandering
And let the tendrils of grasping hearts rest:
Allow circuitous notions to have their way, to
All-embracing arms of honeysuckle fawning…
Our kisses circumambulate the globe
And to think the gods could navigate thus
Would be a misnomer to winged God Mercury
Interposed between Earth and heaven ..
Let the crowd exist but our entanglement rule
So, as to be a template to match heart beats
That vie to be in sync with the all too resonate
Never-ending love of Aphrodite ..
And if perhaps the Gods grow jealous,
Allow them their own honeysuckle fawning
To place them among essences that only exsist
When all such hearts beat as one…
@2027 Sai Grafio