Morning Dew
Painted landscapes of dreams
Eco through my memories
Leaving the taste of roses
On my senses
All defenses
Are down
I am back
In that kaleidoscope world
Of shimmering desire
Rumbling fire
Beneath the surface
Where he waits
Patient with purpose
On a bed of mossy green
Violet flowers poking through
With yellow heart centers in between
We love, we do
We love so right
We rut in the moonlight
That baths us in silver and blue
Igniting our skins into
An echo of each other
Taking us upward together
With the full magnetic force
Of moonmajic
It is tragic
For both of us,
This morning’s dawn
We know we belong
Yet cannot be
We have but this one memory.
As we hold each other securely in forever
Never
To forget
I watched him, intent in the morning light,
As he collected the rose petal offerings of night
And with softest silk, of lavender hue
He washed my face, with the morning dew
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