The Pause
Pause your lips upon mine
and write our poems there
A secret place with skies of brightest blue
and weather fair
Rest your lips against mine
with soft deliberate rhyme
On endless pages with deepest pleasure
We've found our buried treasure
Flying Angel © 2019
Copyright © Cornelia Mattioli | Year Posted 2019
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