As long as I feel you and satin dawn,
Wrapping me in honeysuckle mist,
Saturated with your ambrosial whispers…
My inner fire will burn.
As long as I hear you and mourning doves,
Cooing perfumed breezes,
Urging me to the oasis of your arms…
My heart will know there is life to be lived.
As long as our noses caress,
Hot breaths washing our cheeks,
Flush with new day’s opening,
Lips, moist, ready, willing, touching…
As long as you kiss me that way…
Palette of sunrise water color,
Will brush stroke your mural of grace,
Painting on me,
Your everlasting love.
© 2019 W. C. Stacia, Jr.