to lie and love with
from now and forthwith
to share my wit.
to free me from
the fetters of pain
to twine us with
ropes of longing
A lasting sigh of honey
In need of no jar shape
capable of cancer
with her quick temper
In her stead a queenly stature
of corresponding heartbeats
Rhyme, Rhythm, Synchronicity
of temperate mood
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My hands on rapturous warm bodice
A queen of succulent kiss
of sunlight smile (even in brazen weather)
of precious eyes and belly button.
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