A Day Of Winter In Love

Love me in the morning
even if springtime doesn't arrive.
Our lovemaking will leave
differences in the past.

This love is a church where walls
shake from the quake
of fluidic bodies in motion
and the light from the windows
reflect the shards of stained
glass.

In the afternoon endear me
to your weightless love.
Stroke the lustrous being
in me that begs to be
set free.

Our love is a pillar.
A column of strength that
supports the weight
of the heavy hearted world,
that would otherwise threaten
and destroy our splendor.

The evening by firelight
sets our eyes aglow
in tenderness and yearning.
Until we succumb to conflagrant
ecstasy.

Let me drift into slumber
wrapped in the comfort
of your affection.
As we dream to the rhythm
of each others heart.

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