Feed the heart fire
build the glow up high
all filled with dreams,
with starlight,
moonlight flavoured
kisses
that go on and on
until lips swell,
and words
form slowly
drunk with
passions only
we can know.
Yes, pain will come
and separation;
the to and fro
we court each time
we couple
because it is a dance
apart and come
together
not linear, all
straight line boring
with no savour to it
we rock; we roll;
we stub our toes
against the walls
of tight indifference
who cares? Our
hearts are bonnets
to be tossed at
tossed over
windmills. Love
ourselves first
then love another
romp joyously
together, then stay
or part, secure
in our self love
we always are
complete.
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