Yearnings Of The Longest Day And Night! - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Nameless; she herself dares her, secret kiss…
Softly, tenderly, he tinkles like a gentle rain fall.
Falling down the chimney, its then senses sizzle…
She calls come this solstice at owl, call.
Like those embers that fizzle…
Back to full Burning-flame.
"Burst with desire my darling, I entreat you…
Arrive, when I' whisper your secret name".
She begs yet more' of his, edifying passions.
"O emanate now' my love, fan my blue coals…
"Come—sojourn my mysterious, silent one.
Here where silence reverberates and moans".
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