Breath of Love
She wafts the fog through the frizzy fields
She does it for giggles that her beauty yields
Then she blushes and my eyes eye a vision
The springboks of joy are running on a mission
I touch her sleek hands as soft as a dove
Nested her yellow eggs in the breath of love
I kiss her swan neck and peck her cheeks
And beat the foam of love until it peaks
Then we stand erect as the friends for life
Jo Alfred and Mary Lou husband and wife
Gods see us from the vault of the sky
The birds winging the air we have to fly
Breath Of Love - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Gail Angel Doyle
8th February, 2015
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2015
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