sonnet 13

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I write the words ‘I Love You’ down Your spine,
and all the world around us starts to fade
as words of passion come to me unbade,
I seek to say the words to make You mine,
words red as blood and sweet as vintage wine,
to cut You deep just like the sharpest blade,
words of heat that so with passion boil they’d
sear into Your Soul, creating there a shrine
Unto my Love for You, this Love divine
that finds it’s oxygen within Your Soul,
the flames fanned by the merest thought of You
as there We lay together, Souls entwine
and merge into a new creation, whole,
complete and unified where once were two.

~O~

Words: Martin G. King
Image: Google Images

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