When comfort is absolute,
the flames are low
the coals hot and lasting.
The mind yearns for a scent.
The body tingles for a touch.
The soul awaits that perfect dance.
Like never before; content,
yet bursting with energy
to make every dream real.
Color-Bursts and Picturettes;
struggle to be translated
into meager words.
On a new path together,
dancing in the grass together,
laughing and living together.
Two.
Out of their element.
You might call it love.
They call it Forever. |
Submission Name: Love-Forever
