Wind Rider Collaboration
**From my collection of poems: 'Apollo's Diary'
I wonder if she thinks of me,
at night, alone.....
in her melting-bed;
With moon full as her curiousity
....my breath, the wind in the late hour
the stars I shall tease with,
and phallic-lavender to ignite her bosom;
I am all things gentle, yet mighty,
soft as her silk sheets.....
Dark and tall in her bedroom shadows,
but candle-light makes me real
with the night so young,
if a king should come ----
he will not do.....
She longs love, not adulterous power;
I shall whisper upon a balmy breeze.....
(I wonder if she thinks of me)
at night.....
By: Keith O.J. Hunt
In Response,
Thoughts of him enshroud me,
at night, alone… .
in my lonely bed;
With the moon sharing her luminosity
…I breathe his memory, in the late hour
the stars do more than just align
they collide into each other and orbit
He is all things to me, he is that loving song
that never leaves my mind
Should he arrive at my doorstep, I’d open
the sails of my heart for him
I’d be a whisper for his soul, a balmy breeze….
his night…
By Mystic Rose
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