Arouse Our Piece of Land
Moved beyond the glow, volcanic fires
Gigantic flares exude to this domain,
Sharing what is essentially our desires
Acceptance is white hot, we come again.
For every ounce of force there is recede
The many thrusts of rage that share a time
In coming with each other to concede;
The fact remains, we cool to wait the climb.
It heals the rift between the stubborn split
Of virginal desires that spare the rod,
To bridge perspiring atmospheres that hit
The temperatures that uppermost can prod.
Between the gates of heaven there is. Well!
The saturates to drift betrothal vows;
To overcome the centuries indeed swell,
Where copulations need the great arouse.
The flow of each sensation moves about,
Like nothing on this earth can fully load,
The mound is fully filled, and roustabout
Becomes the baby’s maker, both explode.
As the interceptions feels the tingle move,
Euretha spurts as nature’s aftercare
The slag is more subsidence than a groove,
Indeed it is, to push the land elsewhere.
Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2007
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