Lynn W. Petty
The Honeymoon - Poem by Lynn W. Petty
We stepped across the threshold, she and I,
Her body seemed so weightless pressed to mine.
The setting sun had haloed her dark hair,
A tender, loving warmth had filled her eyes.
Her words had rhapsodized within my mind,
'Alone, my own, alone for all of time.'
Sweet sounds of marriage filled those vacant rooms,
Our joy reverberated wall to wall.
Life's visions, hopes, its promises fulfilled
Through expectations of our youthful dreams.
The day had passed, now evening turned to dark,
She wore a black and lacy negligee.
I lifted her, I held her to my chest,
Her yielding body trembled with assent.
Holding each other that reverent night,
Smell of fresh linen, soft patter of rain.
Merging of flesh, indissolubly one,
Piercing the veil to the sanctum of life.
Soaring to heights on a thermal of love,
Spatial dimensions unmeasured by time.
A vast, sweet rush of silence covered us,
Enveloped, intertwining souls rose up
Ascending on a silver cord of bliss.
The night had spoken, dawn had broken clear,
Expectancy had filled the sunlit sky.
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