Love Poem: This Love...
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Written by: Tony Bush

This Love...

This love of which I dream, covetous 
Of waking hours and the sweet knell of tangled sleep; 
Criss-crosses swords upon my ribs, 
Carve symbols aphrodisiac into my flesh so deep. 
That I can only pray in sighs, the 
Sharp, sweet hiss of seraphim breath intake; 
Of citric juice and sugared salt, 
Burst taste of the passionate for heaven's sake. 
Yet fear of loss imposes shadows 
On the bright and breezy canvas of thought, 
This love forever wished, yet grows 
In distance for time flails ever short...