Stranded
Be mused, bemused
childlike state of a jocund you.
The merriment, jubilant eyefill of this beau.
I never pictured lovesick blue
in my wildest dreams of you.
Call it wine, and drink it down those lips.
I'm never full on you.
What it's of, my bride, my joy,
the melody to my heart's delight.
I want more of your sustaining chorus
playing softy through halls of heart and mind.
Douse me, love, in the honey
dripping down your lips.
Rinse me in the rain engulfing us in love consuming.
Stranded here together;
two lovers in a puddle, kissing,
while the rain drops mix with salty tears
as they trickle down a necking.
Eolian whispers,
notes few see above, descending
as harmony between our eyes, they sing
to us a lyric.
Two lovers' hearts with their Author in a chord
Held together, only wanting more,
and sinking, wanting to sink deeper, holding on.
O to whisper in her ear under the secrecy of her hair
to ogle at her eyes in silent smiles that say:
I'm craving one more laugh!
My heart's racing to the end of our first kiss.
Now I know why I've been missing this,
when we retreat to whispers,
return to kisses.
You're the love of my life, Deirdre!
posted by Deirdre on 3:14 AM
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