There is a joy
to be taken in the lover's nest,
where the sonorous glowing petal,
which is our love,
is stronger than our passion;
and which between us two shall flock
our sheepish tenderness,
mocking pleasures
cruelly and............regretfully
unfound.
For our passion is for two of us;
yet no wind,
no sky,
no tunnels of ill-wrought sense,
divide them.
They are staid,
stoic,
awash with dreams,
and sure
we two are real.
For the lingering scent of
intimacy spent,
may be yet...
a lover's nest.
~Marshall W. Woody
© 2002 by Marshall W. Woody. All Rights Reserved.