I am smelling your warmth, <br />Buried in your neck, <br />Veiled in aureate hair. <br />Under the crape myrtle <br />You and I are showered <br />By our mother moon- <br />Fuchsine buds fall and float, <br />We are flowers of the same stalk, <br />Tonight we bear witness <br />To one anothers metamorphosis <br />And like turncoat runaways <br />Take pleasure in the seizure of our essence, <br />Together, Divinity and disciple.<br /><br />Jonathan Alford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/courting-a-dream/
