Excitement swells like a well ripened fruit
Passionate gasping of breathless delight
Colored petals of the flower stand mute
Fervently burning the candle so bright
Assessing the dancing flames in the fire
Holding with tenderness that which remains
The love transcends our physical desire
Consigns to rest immutable pains
Lying awake after loves own prayer
Not often waiting on reckless request
Motivated by our love in the air
Tenderly placing your hands on my chest
Physically humbled gratitude flowing
Our love itself is not magic alone
Sleep deftly fills our minds without knowing
Our love is fastened with sinew and bone
As a deeply planted seed grows so strong
Our love's vines tug longingly at my heart
It's for the ever burning flame I long
And I know that from you I shall not part
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I See Through
PoetryPoetic musings of Barry Tudor on life and introspection. A journey of a motorcycling American poet lost in the midst of his own country. Hellish past. Glorious present.
