My Loves Ascent
I Know you from a distant dream.
For splendid shapes that soften senses,
capped peaks that tempt a caressing glance,
to you, clambering, this cold heart doth dash.
My hands embrace the danger of your delicacies,
soft powdered curves that drift to tease,
that lead to thoughts of conquests, yet,
yielding mysteries willed to unfurl
with each attempt to own such honor.
Your granite plumes soar to touch the heavens
but stoop to own one anguished soul.
Possessed by none,
Save God...
Mountains Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
07/14/2016
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