Love's Beguile

To the breezes moving so wiggly and fondle your cheeks I kiss them in broad daylight To the moon shinning so faintly and mirroring your pretty face I retained her under my eyelids To the morining mist smiling in the valleys and rejuvenating your eyes I hug her so gently To the rains descending so calmly and soaking your thin frame I dance and sing in it To the sun that promises a day and making you sultry and sweaty I burn in it To the rose red with throned whip and on your lip that flip I crush it and rub on my chest Written: May 21, 2023 A Brian Strand Premiere No 1219 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand