Devoted To Love
I hover back and forth under a dim lamp
Waiting for his grip to open the door;
My breath pulses at a beloved’s sight
As one circle of tear envelops these eyes--
That my body melts away... down to its core
When nights faraway plead for his return.
Though a soldier’s toil rakes a heart in silence
Never can love be more intensely pure...
For he is an eternal fire, a song, a universe
Ordained by destiny to cradle life’s hours;
Commanding time its unfolding of our dreams—
I am his soul-woman, the moonglow amidst tempest
While he, he protects me with his blood
The rush of zeal on ember and quietude,
Cherishing my essence with reverence...
In devout fervor, he saves me from the darkness
Of waiting through long evening’s haul---
And into the gloam of morning, I breathe him in as mine.
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07/04/2019
Slave To Love Contest sponsored by John Hamilton
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