Canticle To the Stars
Canticle to the Stars
I cannot forget you, love, anymore than to breathe.
And when my breath is its very last, I beg God's
forbearance, please.
To bind me to you, in lovely, fragrant gardenias,
tenderly, divinely tethered.
Somewhere...we, shining with the blinding, brilliance
of peacock feathers.
Watching our progeny on earth still living joyfully,
serenely on God's earth.
Those living memories of our making love, we populated it,
with sensuous mirth.
Oh, just to create one more child, is my fondest wish.
Come to me now, softly with a brush of your delicious,
intoxicating yet oh, so holy, soft lips.....
July 29, 2020
11:30PM PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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