A Thousand Kisses Deep
I have woken from a dream, holding a key
staring through unopened doors,
at the sleeping dragon curled up inside of me.
On my back, I bare her baby born.
As the dawn breaks, the black ink stains
my name...
her name...
in the name of love,
in the flame of love,
the dragon rose and spawned her wings,
unlocking treasures of unusual things.
And yet, a thousand kisses deep
I feel to reach even deeper still
for a thousand kisses more.
The will...
The rain,
the sun to kiss our skin.
Within my heart, wordless art dances there,
a delicate state of trance I dare to share.
Yet in her eyes,
where I stand a thousand kisses deep,
I weep not for loss, nor lack, nor lust alone,
but for love alone... tender,
sweet feeling of home.
My knees feel weak
as I was yours before our lips did meet,
before our eyes did see the sultry stars,
Our hearts...
Together...
They beat...
A thousand kissed deep.
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