Bag Full of Kisses

 We come to steal a kiss
and you pretend not to notice.
We begin to explore possibilities
and you leave jewels
on our path.

 We share your essence
and images melt into life,
fully clothed in wonder,
pulsing with anticipation.
You knew we would come this way
and saw our bag full of kisses
with your name on it.

 What else could have brought us here,
other than the business of love
and your lips,
ready for celebration?

 Your flower opens
and we delight in the fragrance,
poised,
with our bag full of kisses.

 

 

Eyes of Passion

 Night is a mysterious lover,
using eyes other than light
to perceive the beloved.

 The foreplay of dusk
sets the tone for romance
and crickets string their violins
for an evening of love.

 We are the first to arrive,
building the temple
and purifying the hearth.

 Stars come with darkness
and a moon
to accentuate the beauty.

 Exploration begins
with a stroke and a sigh,
followed by expressions of love
that no words can describe.

 Come into the night,
my beloved,
and unveil the mystery
with eyes of passion.

 

 

Love Lights up the Night

 What words infuse a poem with love
like the call of a mourning dove,
like a heartfelt blessing fills
the garden with her daffodils?

 Who sounds the wake-up call
dissolving every fear and lie,
lifting truth into the light
to give us clarity and sight?

 We come to her breast,
seeking long-awaited rest
from the joy of sentience,
in the midst of magnificence.

 We enter her holy womb,
rising like the harvest moon,
exploding like a brilliant sun,
as the goal of peace is won.

 We carry her sacred seed
sown in earth alive and free,
speaking poetry with delight
as love lights up the night.

 

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