Spring of Creation
Short are journeys when, in the thralls of passion,
Lovers climb the mountains of boundless pleasure,
Reaching lofty peaks in unbridled fashion,
Free of all measure.
Then, a force invoked by the blissful senses
Swells the boiling spring of creation nearing
Swift eruption. Suddenly, fire advances
Fast and unfearing.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
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