Us: Poetry


Sweet nectar from your lips,
I drink deep and fall 
tumbling, tumbling
into the arms of a dream's infinity

Seconds slip as silk,
dalliances create sighs,
we fall tumbling, tumbling
into the swift movement of love

Can you hear this, dearest
the sweet beat of my desire
coursing through eyes that 
see none but you?

For within these beats
exist the seeds of the years
tumbling, tumbling
through the intertwined life 
called Us.


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