Two Perfect Petals
Your lips against mine, So soft, like dew; Sweet tender buds of my heart, Gentle, whispering wings of my soul.
Heaven's nectar, Earth's ambrosia, Your two perfect petals lingering In my garden Defeats any arrow from cupid's bow.
Pink, ripe, delicious treasure Burning ecstasy in my mind. Rich enclosure-- Your lips against mine.
Dena L Moore August 20, 2001
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Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Two Perfect Petals
Your lips against mine, So soft, like dew; Sweet tender buds of my heart, Gentle, whispering wings of my soul.
Heaven's nectar, Earth's ambrosia, Your two perfect petals lingering In my garden Defeats any arrow from cupid's bow.
Pink, ripe, delicious treasure Burning ecstasy in my mind. Rich enclosure-- Your lips against mine.
Dena L Moore August 20, 2001
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