Moon On Glow-Worms Shine. Poem by Anthony Fry

A lovers heart quietly beats,
dreaming in innocent sleep.

Eternal earthly things devine,
moon on glow-worms shine.

Perfumed odours spiced arise,
a white roses aromatics thrive.

Wild red poppies grow in corn,
never sweet weeds were born.

Recollections of endless acts,
those saucy whispered facts.

Kissing warm moist pink lips,
embracing alluring friendships.

Devouring her with my eyes,
transcending vicissitudes fly.

Sea wrack dry bleached bland,
wind dancing over golden sand.

Entranced to sticky webs drawn,
silently spun fresh at early dawn.

Suffused shining clouds white,
blue sky always vivid bright.

Enjoy pursuits of glorious love,
pure organic from god above.