My Kingdom, My Empire Comments

Thin dragonfly-wings the outside streetlamp paints across your back, mapping the planes of your body, knowing every blue veined road and tendon bridge, have walked my fingers through the forest of your hair. great imagination going up to the tender moments of love and eros. my heart wants to make its home here. lovely poem. thank you dear poetess

and let my heart make its home there. A nice poetic desire of marital life. Thanks.