Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Tread Softly, For I Slumber

Into the glen we walk

Our place of passions

Love unspoken

Baited breath

A shared look of meaning

Excitement building

Tainted souls at peace

Hearts that soar

The urge to fly

Take my hand

Feel my breath on your lips

The merest of touches

Electrified senses

Fluttering of lashes

As we feel more alive

A flash of golden mist

The finest wine

Pours into our beings


Beyond the veil we meet

Dreams fulfilled

Blissful awakenings

Heightened ecstasy

A brush of fingertips

A wake of fire

Into the light

Our wooded glen

Why must we wake?

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