....and then she happened...
Breathing my name silently.
This cause and effect
In the past an only subject
A has-been and then suddenly.
For all reasons play each season
Hot to cold, wet to dryness, harvest soon.
Holding my hand acknowledged trust
War has a way of surrendering carnality.
Wanting eyes shadow, never leave me
My receiving heart angelic to her ears.
Next to me worth waiting for
The trails of life feeding grace
Our bedroom smells of chocolate
Gift wraps on the floor
Just like that pure happiness!
Copyright, Nathaniel London 2013
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Poetry by France England
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Written on 2013-01-22 at 22:35
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THIS MORNING
Next to me sleeps heavenBreathing my name silently.
This cause and effect
In the past an only subject
A has-been and then suddenly.
For all reasons play each season
Hot to cold, wet to dryness, harvest soon.
Holding my hand acknowledged trust
War has a way of surrendering carnality.
Wanting eyes shadow, never leave me
My receiving heart angelic to her ears.
Next to me worth waiting for
The trails of life feeding grace
Our bedroom smells of chocolate
Gift wraps on the floor
Just like that pure happiness!
Copyright, Nathaniel London 2013
All rights reserved by author 2013
Poetry by France England
Read 687 times
Written on 2013-01-22 at 22:35
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