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I await ....your arrival, my angel
here among the pillars of desire.
My torment - neglected here;
You, lost in your lofty ideals,
Me....lost, unsure.
I await you....longingly
To touch you with my lips
caress the hem of your silken wrap
stroke your golden hair, to taste
the honeysuckle nectar flowing
from the fount of your sweetness.
Hidden, in the shadows, my illusions
Your life has become mine, your breath-
my breath, your heart - my heart.
My thoughts tempt me into a dance.....
of passion in a secret garden
occupied only by our love.
As autumn changes green oak
burnt sienna, and crisp breezes
heighten our senses....before dreams
of winter lull us to sleep again,
I await your golden love-
your heart to open and take me
among the pillars of desire.
Michael David Coffey
and Kay Ekwall
copyright l999
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