Let Love Flow
Your waters cleanse
my red-stained night,
my dredged thoughts,
rich petals drenched
between crystal and lace.
Do not pretend to dry of earth
or lips or veins.
Do not speak
without a moistened tongue
of love or spring in bloom.
My softest buds shall wilt,
brittle without your flume
flowing free in streams of rouge.
My reddest rose shall close,
alone to wither, brittle and brown.
For now, deepen in your sleep.
My love's rebirth shall lift your dreams
before they drift away
in June's tides, and I shall
float like moon beams
over your rising waves.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2017
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