Circumstances

Only in sleep do i quench my desire...
Only 'neath a 'Fairmaiden Moon'--
Only in the depths of pure rapture...
Only in your arms- i swoon;
Delicate is our relation---
Woven from times threads of Gold--
Embellished with the reds of passion...
Accented by the Midnight Blue of old;
Such a Tapestry of Sweet Romance--
Such an evolution of 'sheer desire'...
Entangled through wisps of pure attention...
Fueling true loves greatest desire;

The Essence
September,2010

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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