We form an opening.
A dance half clad
like a wanton circle.
I am deeply rooted
in You.
Dragons soar
with a fluid sap.
We are the burning portraits
of all images
where only full red lips
remain.
I am the gravity and light
of Your words
as they speak
of a need
we both
must feed upon
like air
uttering flames in the
mouth of love.
Image: Birth of Venus (C)
Jonathon Earl Bowswer
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