Love Is of Time
Because love is of time,
woven in the fabric where lovers dwell.
It measures caresses like floating wings of butterflies
and turns its clock hands with each melding kiss.
Bound by slow movement of vanishing night,
when the moon is full and mouths dance across the skin.
Time chains lovers to its moors,
anchored until the coming storm.
When flesh merges with flesh, moved by passion,
driven by hunger, searching for a sanctuary.
As each chain is torn, a veil drops,
revealing captured fires that burn within.
Exposing a vulnerable heart, with all its scars, caught.
Leaving a flickering shadow, where lovers once lay,
exploring their dreams.
Before being washed away by time's moving sand,
that forever dwindles away.
contest Hotsy Totsy
2/22/15
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015
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