Innocent dream
of lasting lov,
quality
of a fingerling-dove…
Perched side by two
hands
held tight..
As the midnight sky
turns black
leaving
the crimson-blue..
Sonet of long
passionate bliss
within
a soft evening
kiss…
chris jensen – Lost Poetry
Innocent dream
of lasting lov,
quality
of a fingerling-dove…
Perched side by two
hands
held tight..
As the midnight sky
turns black
leaving
the crimson-blue..
Sonet of long
passionate bliss
within
a soft evening
kiss…