Love, time, space, continuum
somehow add up to mean the same,
they’re words that ring inside my heart.
Paint not desire upon these lips,
You’re breath o’ soul, empyrean art.
Like poesy that trickles out mouth of odist,
come adorn o’ sizzle preserved opuscule.
I relish not lily nor savor I rose,
find light most winning of deep-set eyes.
Paint not affection upon these lips,
You’re fire o’ ice, unfeigned harp.
Like paean that soothes wavering throb,
come enlighten o’ apprise tentative step.
Love, time, space, continuum
somehow add up to mean the same,
they’re words that ring inside my heart.

 

 

Photo credits: Walltor Wallpapers

Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United 

For my prompt “Love’s a night song sweet sung by the tender strokes of 
wind” on Friday 10th February at 8:00 am EDT.

Posted on poems written on Prompt Nights 

& Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub