love song

the rain dances, the curtains closed

you petal like an open rose

your flesh unclothed and next to mine

a beauty my words can’t define

 

the rain has washed the sun away

the clouds have covered with their gray

the room is dark, a noah’s ark

housing a dove and common lark

 

my touch is welcomed like a guest

that lingers on your supple breasts

the rain knocks at our window pane

as if an invite to attain

 

like olden knights upon a quest

to win the pleasure of your flesh

but i alone have won the throne

a king sized bed, a queen who’s shown

 

that tongues can talk and tongues can taste

but all of that is just a waste

if my tongue is not touching yours

with words like waves that wash ashore

 

with whispers meant to graft your soul

until the part becomes the whole

whispers envied by the divine

a worship god will never find

 

the words in whispers i confess

which paint your face in loveliness

the rain has left in its despair

that what we have we will not share

 

the clouds unveil, the sun breaks through

to witness me at one with you

with words still whispered in your ear

that angels long to overhear

 

but they are meant for you alone

how beauty abdicates her throne

to offer you what you are due

that even after you are wooed

 

i’ll still proclaim one and the same

poetic words in soft acclaim

in shame all others hide their face

for you are beauty’s dwelling place

 

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