Song of Solomon
O Shulammite maiden, Scheherezade,
Beauty becomes you, reigning Majesty
O’er my heart. Enter our locked garden,
Whose perfumed paths lead beneath, peach, pear
And pomegranate -- fruits of our love, samples
Delighting senses: touch, taste, smell, sight, sound.
Tonight, our consummate coupling completes
In delight, our unity of spirit.
As I merge into you, let me feel you
Welcome me warmly, to your fountain of
Life, where Creation’s mysteries conceive.
Our lips meet in surrender, while lightly
My hand rests on your breast sensing beneath
Fingers our synchronization of hearts.
Copyright © David Palmer | Year Posted 2016
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