by John Lars Zwerenz
In the lavender glow of the nascent dawn,
When ecstasy reigns in the boughs of the square,
I shall bury my mouth in your raven hair,
As your fair, naked back graces the wild lawn.
And in the dew, beside the silver fountain,
Among the statues in the autumnal rain,
I shall kiss your gleaming lips, again and again,
As thunderous billows crown the courtyard's mountain.
And as the sun peers through the elysian clouds,
Bequeathing to the colonnades a ravishing rose,
We shall behold paradise in our little garden close,
Beyond all earthly veils and worldly shrouds.
And when moonlight finds us - twain yet one,
Our souls shall have attained the bliss of the second sun.
John Lars Zwerenz
Last updated October 18, 2015