Monday, October 7, 2019

3 days in october





she waits
anticipating his return
and all the wonder he brings
to her quiet world

electric currents run through her
the secrets of her body
she holds tightly
to be shared only with him

theirs is a spiritual journey
of passion and play
of love and romance
known only to them

it will leave them
filled and emptied
it will leave them
healed and broken

yet they will return
over and over
to feel, to love, to know
the only truth there is

(c)s.cooper
10-8-19


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1 comment:

  1. JbknotOctober 8, 2019 at 5:56 PM

    In the wood
    Beneath the canopy’s light
    That is their sacred place
    Upon this earthly plain

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