twine pilgrim Nothing to say Say it anyway Burning Time Like tinder dry to exploding Something's got to give No news is good news So everything is fine Days and nights entwine Like Lovers Holding close Breathing deeply of the fertile scent Gardens of earthly delight Warm and fragrent Yet Cool and Sweet in their shadowy recesses Linger here now with me Be my Love and Boon Companion Huddle close against my Flesh Let me Know your curves and contour Let cool misty rain fall on us Running rivers course through Vallies Rich with Life and Steeped in memories Long laid down in shrouds of time You I"ve Known through many Lifetimes This I'm sure We're Bound together Silken Rope That bites the flesh Holding Still in anticipation Breathe in sharply at the touch That gives sensations unframiliar Yet always leaves us seeking more This then is the subtle saga Holding Souls intwined in Flesh Not for sake of procreation Only for the pleasures sake Stay forever in the garden Taste the fruit so moist and sweet Be my Lover Now and ever Let Us Cling Unto The Tree 020507 ... red guild ! 060218 ... tender_square press me into a poem with your weight, love: create end stops where i least expect; split me with stanzas if i linger too long in any one room when there’s a palace of you to explore. teach me how to enjamb breath; take it from my willing mouth and into yours continually. we’ll name these sheets with the scent of us. 211128 what's it to you? who go blather from