sets with the sun
weaving patterns of love…..
deep purple, violet blue,red
hearts burn hot in the night
bodies move under the stars
in slow rhythm with the universe
mornings slick dew, shimmers with stars light
shadows now follow all……
gone the nights heat and desire
gone the power and image of love
we are all chained for life……
a sentence without a chance of parole
hidden from the days light, waiting for dark
2 comments:
What a contrast you have showed between the loving evening time and the morning (when one probably sees more clearly).
Yes Mary but one still loves. Thank you for reading my work.
Melanie
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