condens’d our heats
so oestrual surfaces hardly themselves
though touch’d hardly
ourselves to smell
ourselves to taste
inhaling too those fragrances—
to cradlerock erotic turbulence
aground ‘neath bottomless depths
where render penance frozen forms
by summer’s eye grac’d their fleshly souls
hear, our future’s ear!
a more fertile echo
and this amorous passionate peace renew—
again by your offspring
pray, lovers keep us till tomorrow’s end
Gorgeous photo and nice poem. Thank you.
Many thanx for your visit, Sartenada. Have a wonderful day.