Leading us through the opening
Of love's glazed need,
Until the last flower wept
When one sigh brought the crescent moon
Down to our fingers wrapped by desire;
And though we sealed our eyes
With a delicacy of surrender,
Time parted our lips, then we left
For different seas, as fate would have it.
Moaning for another bed of craving.
Brian's Choice B
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2020
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