Anew

Painfully lost without you-

I am tickled pink with fancy;

Your lips are my anodyne-

As you tenderly anoint my lips-

Caressed as a summer breeze-

Your touch is as a million-

Butterfly wings fluttering against-

...My skin;

Where there is love-there is life...

And in the warming swelter-

Of your arms gentle 'shelter*'

I loose myself once and again-

In the total rapture that is we two;

Alive in my own skin-

Reawakened anew...

My psyche is buried 'neath blankets-

Of my unconditional love-

Of you...

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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