A Love Poem for John
The orange blossom incense filled the air.
Embedded in a cobalt sky the moon
hung low. A peal of laughter echoed close.
But I secured this haven far too well,
so neither thief nor lover here might dwell.
Your touch awakened heart again to grow.
Our voices broke the lingering solitude.
Two roses from the garden bloomed and twined.
Their scent clung to us in the summer's heat.
The sound of salsa swept over the fence.
You smiled. Your hand swayed to the unseen beat
and danced across my face to touch my chest.
Though worldly crash swept this retreat aside
our touch ensures these perfumes still abide.
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