Vintage
By 1stpoet
Vintage I will see you in the twilight the morning hours when the only light in the room comes from your eyes still glowing from the love we shared the silence of slumber was watched your body still twitching from the tremors of spent passion oh, to be the pillow your head rested upon to be the clouds your dreams danced upon the sheets now, still damp sweat, perfume and sweet tears a concoction of consumated passion it wakes me like coffee quenches me like water and intoxicates me like wine these juices from pressed bodies as your whines fermented in my ears your eyes, my dear are the crystal goblets shim m ering I drink my fill of love. copyright William S. Dawes 1st Poet Written February 23rd, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 12:20 PM PST 0 • 8
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