No Fear of Flying
- Nov 10, 2019
- 1 min read
Collie dog hair, a flash of blue,
Invitational voice, an impression of you.
Words. What words? The unspoken few
Forged a place in my mind - And stuck like glue.
An occasional thought, a fantasy
Invasion of dreams. Who can this be?
Questions unanswered. Set my mind free
Of persona defined by my imagery.
Over, under, over, on top
Spiral through clouds, laughter non-stop.
Tossed on the waves of courting bliss,
Skin flushed with passion
At each tender kiss.
Wake with a smile, oh please don’t go.
Keep my eyes closed. Exit slow.
Sylvan sylph of my slumber, Return this night.
Our tickets are stamped. And ready for flight.
To the moon you say on the wings of love.
Meld our souls gently. We fit like a glove.
Upward archangel, I’ll cling by your side,
To the heaven of heavens
With you as my guide.
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