Drench
me in your noonday bright
while
I wallow here and write.
Surround
me with your peach fuzz light,
cast
away the shroud of night.
Whisper
things old and new
as
I ponder what to do.
Hold
me in your vast embrace
while
songs of Church bells slow my pace.
Love
me as I long to be
drip
your honey over me.
Fan
my flames of ember white
into
passion's soaring height.
Bring
me back to Love's refrain
purring
in my ear again.
Listen
to my joy exclaim
returning
sorrow whence it came.
Perhaps
tonight at dusk's delight,
we’ll
imbibe its fleeing light
and
raise a glass of ruby red
to
savor what may lie ahead.
Yvonne A.
Oct. 2019
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