Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Loves Dances

Love dances in the flames of fire
White hot and blue with lust
To orange and green with jealousy
Dancing ferociously onto itself a dust

Love is consumation
Where there is such great replete
Love is implanation
Unicostate unto each and ever the heart's beat

Love comes with no doubt
There being no recourse
Love is impeachable
It sets all our hearts free without any and all remorse

Love is the sustenance
Hoarded in the hearts of soul
When winter's life is at it's darkest
Love comes to warm us all.

Incomplete April 9,1991
Completed July 15,2012

Submitted: Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 18, 2012

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  • * Sunprincess * (9/8/2012 2:43:00 PM)

    Love this poem...even the fire dance was intriguing...this poem could have went on longer...there is way to much to say about love...i try to avoid the topic... :) (Report) Reply

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