Melos

Written by: Dana Smith

Bodies molded into one, golden by the fire-light Heat between the lovers touch could warm the coldest night Golden locks around her shoulders; the softest hands upon her waist Of all the sweets and wine been tasted- his lips the sweetest taste. Her cheeks were red like roses, and his eyes were bright as day, Imprinted on the others heart, there could be no other way Gentle moans and gasps of love, ensconced in lovers game Eros, Philia, and Agape, with neither lover tame. His heart was her heart, his breath was her breath Making love until time's end, and then his death her death.