You are love’s beautiful rescue
sweeping us away
in passion’s sweet taboo
in the November rain
love drenched
and it is gone now
the deep silence
the dormant sadness
I feel your warmth
your smolder
in this moment
my love spills over
I’m consumed
wet with need
molten
in this splendid
pure golden moment
as slowly we kill ourselves
over and over
in fired small death’s
I sigh and settle
and resume reading
your pulsing desires
and for long as I can
I will
I believed love
might someday return for us
and it has
now we will dream
warm in each others arms
forever
no more probing
for the dark docks
of our souls
looking for home
we are here
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse