Bill Cantrell

Biography of Bill Cantrell

I am not a poet and don't claim to be one. Updates

A Bloom In The Night

The sun has fallen to slumber
Under the watchful eyes of the moon,
You bloom with the chancing tides,
Oh precious flower
Intoxicating the air at night with your presence,
You call out to your lover with the incense of a first kissing
Let the heavens dew fall upon your tender skin,
That you gracefully unfold with the moment
Expressions of endearment are within you,

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