Ancient Call
by sloanranger
An ancient call -
your love.
Is it the moon
you have, that light
within your heart?
Or Is it Heaven that calls to me -
sings to me...
beautiful, heavenly songs?
You place your lips
on mine
and overtake my words -
and I know... nothing.
We kiss - and your heart sings
and my mouth
captures your song;
I am anciently drunk
within your heaven.
An ancient call,
this heaven of your heart ...
and I can
but answer.
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Passing Strange
PoetryA collection of poetry dealing with love in all its stages. I hope you discover something to your liking.