Upon Our Skin

Gentle as a newborn wind
that breathes upon our skin
scented with deep green
of new mown grass
as towering to touch the sky
you sink so deep within

and we are opening
the ivory, ivy-covered gates
to wander down the path
of this imagination's dream

A crown of wildflowers
in love is placed upon the brow
for love is the crowning glory of it all
and we, mere seeds of love's conception

Intoxicating bliss is found within
this soft and airy kiss of nature's hand
Gentle now, this wind of life
that breathes upon our skin . . .


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