John Lars Zwerenz

(1-5-69 / Kew Gardens, New York, USA)

Fire


Tambourines
And evergreens
Descend from the willows
In the furrows clad with vine.
My love is yours, and your love is mine.
With eternal charms you pose,
Among the glittering colonnades,
Where the lavender sunset softly fades.

Reveal to me your infinite youth,
In the diadems of your glistening crown.
Let us wander into the snow-covered town,
To sip Chablis in our wooden booth.

And when the nascent night ascends with grace,
I shall adorn your lovely, statue-like face
With a passionate kiss,
A reverent buss,
Which will immerse our souls in a solemn bliss,
Consuming our fire,
Entire~ and us.

~ John Lars Zwerenz

Submitted: Thursday, April 03, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 04, 2014

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