Within Her Heart Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Sewn in the fabric of her being she equates time with the blooming of her tiger lilies destined for love.

She dances on the seashore of his ambience and her eyes reflect the treasures of his kisses.

She has wells of uncharted love in the desire of his heart; she encamps his solidarity with her fruits of distractions.

Her fruits are shaking his tree of summer smiles; her solicitations of walks are moving his words without speaking.

Her lattice of curves is washing his mind with the taste of her roses that watered her body.

Drained from her chrysanthemum of love she causes the volcano to submit her tears for surrender.

Flowing in the moon was midnight rain that monopolized the scenery with her silhouettes of passions.

The piano played in the darkness of her curtains and the mountains trembled with words of insatiable delights.

Her performance orchestrated the harps to gather the pearls of wisdom to penetrate life's darkness.

Quenched with the dew drop of his honey chocolate Smithsonian institute of love she extinguishes his fires.

Open flames of fires from within her heart subdued the waters of the earth that cried unto her.

Written by Theodore Mosley
February 13,2017