He springs from the car Not bothering to button his coat Stumbling, tripping in his haste. They had words and were apart. Then a call – the silence broken! He’s running now, Dead of winter Coat’s open against The frigid, frozen night The torturous whistling winter wind blows Into his face. He feels none of this, Only the insistent driving drumbeat Of his racing heart calling to her; I’m coming! His jacket rises and falls Like two huge wings Carrying him to his beloved. His finger bleeds. A bead of blood Seems a crimson tear drop Of the red thorn-ed rose Clutched tightly in his hand, Finally, to her door. She’s standing there. Her lovely face before him As their lips meet and Their spirits flow together. In a free fall Into loves deep well They continue locked in their urgent, Passionate kissing as They stumble through the door Into the soft muted, Playful light of candles Which surround white satin sheets, Soft fluffy pillows consummating and consecrating their reunion. A goblet to their lips they drink to their joy, To their love and devotion, To their being together again In their special place Insulated and comforted by The circled candles. Freeing them from The wasted worried warring world No fear can touch them now, While nestled in their Holy place, Their sanctuary, Their Love nest.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 17:23:26 +0000
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