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Glenn Marchand Poem
The dialogue is love. It saturates every fiber of
The soul. It intoxicates the spirit. Thus, evermore
I dwell at its tavern. I sip from its heavenly goblet,
Thereby, dancing in the spirit. It’s the stimulus of
Miracles—the parent of eternity. From depth the
Soul, I’ve courted love, inscribing its portrait
Upon spiritual leaflets. I’ve partaken of its doctrine,
Inebriated in the spirit, adrift the seventh heaven.
Love is an invasion, permeating the psyche,
Surging through the actuating-cause. I burn for the
Face of love: its depth, its width, its episode. It’s
Ever upon my imagination, as sturdy as oak,
Intriguing my passions come sunrise. Indeed, the
Dialogue is love: its reach, its breadth, its texture.
Copyright © Glenn Marchand | Year Posted 2013
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Glenn Marchand Poem
Tease, tempt and test, my love. And I shall react,
Reach and reign, my love. Give me guidance, lest
I wander, substituting lust for authenticity.
Inscribe your insignia upon my soul. Lay claim to
Love, as if to sigh your last breath, for I’m
Embedded in the substratum of your spirit. Thus,
Spoil me with your matrix. Entice me with your
Charms. And I shall titillate, tantalize, and satiate
Your person, for mutual seduction is the art of
Lovers, and we have loved since the days of
Genesis. Thus, ours is immortal, my love, extant
As an apocrypha, but hidden as the root of
Eternity. Let manifest the fruits of love, for we are
Bonded as the pillars of a shelter, destined for love.
Copyright © Glenn Marchand | Year Posted 2013
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