Lips of Swell and Fire--Collaboration Poem With Mystic Rose
Her power, unrestrained, sweet as honeysuckle rose
Doth grant me, but a glimpse, of what I rave to find
I fall in misty meadow where the Bluebells brightly grow
Hot kisses stirring in the wind, cool my fevered mind
While I in yonder wait, for my love to take me home
Doth grant whom access Lord, the soul for him it pines
At the foothills of my love, each heaven star a-glow
Saccharin kisses in the blow, no longer in confines
He picks me up and raises me to cordial place, desire
I know him, he knoweth me, by lips of swell and fire!
Written in collaboration with Mystic Rose
I wish to express my appreciation to Rose
For her ideas, talent--and inspiration
Mel *** :)
Copyright © Mel Merrill | Year Posted 2014
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