Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Longing


behold the living flame of promise
the sound
of love molecules touching

tears drop like honey
like the magic
fragrance of the orange moon

the son also rises
like the cool bud of time
swollen with longing
finding
solace
in the gaiety
of birds
and the flow of endless
pleasure within

i gaze upon the ripening lips of love sublime
the blooming
iris of my deepest desire

i devour the flowering genius of the soul…
how wonderful is
the taste of life on the mound of Venus?




© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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