Is it my words
That hold you, caress the night
Dwells where the caverns
Sweep the empty lonely places
That fills to the want
The aroused touch
The heat, the need.
Is it my words
The drip gently upon your lip
Like a long sojourning kiss
Vibrant to the bliss
That shades the scarlet rose
Upon its breath.
Is it my words
That shall dress the new Sun
open again the frontier
where dreams collide the reality
To confide
the sweet pinch
the bruised moment
When love calls
Echoes past the doorway
And holds you true.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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