Love is beneath you
You are above most if not all
Meritorious accolades
As we sweep the ground
Beneath your feet with
An essence of no longer
Left affliction but the passion
Of rose beds made love on
Beneath moonlight and sun
I can see through the glass
Just enough to make keep
Of our memories in
Water droplets and steam
Like incense floating
Above our heads in a
Stream of consciousness
No bandwidth is beholden
To abound the intimacy found
Cradled in your arms
Where the driest river floors
Have once again felt life
Rushing through them
After the first year of no rain
Quench again my drought
Soothe the melancholy heart
Make distant pain
In blue light
© GÄ
Poétique 