And so shall it be that this,
this husk, this covering of such
shambled, filthiness shall be
pushed aside and cast off
crackling and falling from me
like the chrysalis of a caterpillar,
shriveled and discarded.

So shall it be that this,
this young man
his ardor tempered
his will like iron
his heart like an ocean of calm
will reach for a hand
to join in his.

So shall it be that this,
the maiden that caught his eye,
shall smile at his boldness
marvel at his strength
and bask in the glory that is
all she ever wanted,
and not even known that she needed.
She was never incomplete,
and yet, he was that missing link, somehow.

The two of them walk through a garden maze
on a high hilltop, overlooking
the rocky outcropping of an oceanic Cliffside
and a glorious white sanded beach.
All the physical property and acreage
belongs to them both, but it is immaterial
next to the leases they have on life,
and emotion itself.
Emotion that even now, grows and grows
the more they hold tight to eachother,
the more their lips meet,
and the more their presence together
strengthens the foundation
of this inexplicable attraction,
this pull,
this rapturous bond,
this sacred union of souls.
They cling tight and as it rains over them
under the shelter of a birch tree.
Her moans drive him onward.
His kisses drive her to drunken madness.
Time passes.
Rain bathes them.
Thunder strikes even as they abandon logic
along with reason and their
cloth trappings.

So shall it be.
In the maze garden, under the birch tree,
overlooking the Cliffside beach,
on the acreage they have purchased.
Hearts and bodies sated.
Rain has passed.
Birds sing.
Suns shines.
Smiles and kisses and heartfelt sentiments
are exchanged.

So, shall it be?
with you, my love?


(written with my lady in mind)

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Beautiful as usual!

Thanks for bumping handsome!...Very nice indeed!

Beautiful

thank you all