A Blessed Union
The horizon bathed in crimson hue
waves caress the shingle beach
white patches among the blue
and the whispering breeze
As we stride along the beach
fingers entwined in loving grip
we sit by an upturned boat
gently resting on our coat
warm night air brewed a potion
of which we sipped a drought of passion
falling into an abyss tranquil
igniting the dormant desire
out of water came a sprite
dancing and spraying mist
showered heavenly sanction
upon our blessed union.
© (17 Feb '15)
* Placed 5th in the contest -Out of the water- by Sheri Frisonke Harper on 04 April 2015.
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