Theodora (Theo) Onken
(((Warming))) - Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
Mon amour-'tis such an exqisite night-
Peeking through the fluff of the clouds...
Enveloping stars reach out from afar...
While the love crickets serenade out loud;
Serenades for the two of us, beloved-
'Neath a canopy fit for a King and Queen-
Echoed sighs from the love-sick skies...
And all of those lovers in between;
Love letters reach for our hands...
While romantic music hums in the air-
A rendezvous-complete for two...
Our every dendrite and neuron aware;
Your gentle touch electifies my psyche-
And stirs up a fire in embers of old...
Heating the night with its firery bright-
Allowing our love to melt the Winter cold;
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