Vellum Kiss



Our Love plays like a silent film
(with vellum clips) on moistened lips.

Two heartbeats for a background score
So curiously quaint
Such Beauty makes one faint.

An embrace amidst Night's luminous wreathe
Where angels wrestle ladders ascension and descend
Our Love is more than the World that I breathe
Lost in your light hair feathers forest 'never end'

I must have dreamed you out of time
So many tales a thousand and one
Burning up like carbon in the Sun

The Kiss of Life your holy hymn
With vellum clips, on moistened lips
Our Love plays like a silent film . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-10-12 at 17:35

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