Such chance, as from the chrysalis with wings We met
Extended – we were as butterflies — we
Reached for skies when night was fireflies.
Ecstasy as one we danced, we tickled toes.
No mountain path before us, no sea to cross.
Delight was borderless. More than less, amalgamation.
Intoxicated we were lost and found.
Perfumed we honeysuckled. Slept. Cocooned.
Inflicted lust. Again. Again and then again.
Toxic you, my opiate, my glee.
You my charm, you till morning breaks.
Today we do acrostic poetry with Frank at dVerse MTB. Join us at 3 PM EST.
August 31, 2017