Lying asleep between the strokes of night I saw my love lean over my sad bed, Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head, Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite, Too wan for blushing and too warm for white, But perfect-coloured without white or red. And her lips opened amorously, and said-- I wist not what, saving one word--Delight. And all her face was honey to my mouth, And all her body pasture to mine eyes; The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire, The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south, The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire.
This is another
When I think of you I think of the universe With a fresh concept-nabbing me with grace. When I think of you I think of laughter, tears and adversity Welcoming the unrestrained gift of God. When I think of you I think of life presented aptness In a way new to the stars Fresh to the world With the old concept of love. When I think of you I think of the footprint we leave Long after we are gone, calling upon our sprit and Enduring in our reliance. When I think of you I call out your name in my silence I remind my soul of the true journey Then my being ache for the moment And for the day that you become one with me
Dark_Draik Community Member 
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