Love Creation

Tue, 08/08/2017 - 13:42 -- phil

As I sit there stroking the strands of lickorish silk from your head,


I think of our future, the things we would do, the things would see,


the things we would say, And as I pull you onto your back to watch the sky,


the moon foreshadows our destiny, the light creating a silver cocoon


over our embracing bodies, and as we hold each other, we forge into a new creation 

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