Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, March 10, 2017


The dark of night
has this hold on me,
as I reach on out and
pull you next to me.

My heart is a bit complacent
even though I feel it racing
as your soul merges one
to one with mine.

This must be the magic in
the embrace of you and I,
when love enters in and
the heart resigns.

I can't quite explain it
but you must surely know
that love like this is rare
and must never be let go.

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