Are You the Door
The union of love is complete . . .
The moment of passion is gone . . .
She lies in my arms
And tenderly,
Her fingers move across my skin.
It is then
That a greater love
Mysteriously
Is revealed.
Her soul
And
Mine
Mingle and move together
Like the mists in the trees by the river.
. . . Silently . . .
The fusion of spirits takes place
In a world without words . . .
The holding
The gentle whispers
The brushing of tender lips,
Blending our souls into one.
Sweet passion,
Are you the door?
Copyright © William Crocker | Year Posted 2011
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