Well, let’s put some poetry on the old poetry site.
Love by the Fire
She laid upon a hearth rug, lit by glowing coals the color of Love’s Rose,
her skin was as polished alabaster, washed in the light of Mars,
a flawless ruddy statue of Woman At Rest, in graceful curves of repose,.
illuminated by her inner fire, echoing through her, like notes on a soul sitar.
Her hair flung back in that last act of release,
her eyes close in reflex as nerves are lovingly rasp.
Breath still surged to demands of her needs toward peace,
her body more alive then her mind can grasp.
Falling through her clouds of timeless tumbling mist,
into a deep and silent sea of complete peace.
She surrenders to the final act of our gentle tryst,
and we are finally sundered by that shattering release.
Absolutely beautiful, WJ! Thank you!
Did you write this?