Written By John (Rick) Boyle
Mid the wings… Of thy thirst quenching sighs…
I saw thee lips reaching… For sunny skies..
So close to mine… That I could feel the pace..
Of the forthcoming horizon’s ~ ”Embrace…”
Thinking likely… Of two cheeks of hearts..
Watching every moment ‘pon the charts..
Between the fabrics of rapid breathing…
Softly strolling along ~ Valleys that sing…
Valleys of the wings.. Feathered by blankets..
Dabbling mid the clover… Where morning sits..
Awaiting ~ Climax of our place and time..
So each day shall glisten… Amidst our climb..
Ahead of the blue… Mid the reins of flight..
Nude with honey… Mid visions of delight…
© 2017, John (Rick) Boyle. All rights reserved.