Love In a Moulded Shrine

Love in a Moulded Shrine I paint her picture with rainbow feathers adorn the hours with moments of care like birds in a nest, built high above, we treasure the union of binding love with constant nibbles, and constant bites echoes of laughter late into night her voice of silk like honey sweet she hums to a melody of notes that meet as wine of taste and age mature we pause for seconds to explore an eve of passion, an eve of pleasure with eyes reflecting, a starlight shine, a memory cast in a moulded shrine