Yearnings Of The Longest Day And Night! - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Nameless; she herself dares her, secret kiss
Softly, tenderly, he tinkles like a gentle rainfall.
Falling down the chimney, its then senses sizzle
She calls, comes! This solstice at the owl, call.
Like those embers that fizzle
Back to full Burning-flame.
"Burst with desire my darling, I entreat you
Arrive, when I' whisper your secret name".
She begs yet more' of his, edifying passions.
"O emanate now' my love, fan my blue coals.
"Come—sojourn my mysterious, silent one.
Here where silence reverberates and moans".
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