Epee Nue

Épée Nue (naked sword)

Author: GMS75

Heart unsheathed and unscathed...
tempered in the fires of the Queen.
A forthnight hath passed,
since I've last tasted her kiss ,
The parlor dressed in tile and gold...
blue smoke of myrrh ascend to the heavens
through the portals above.
Her smile brings joy and ease...
anticipating her embrace and warmth,
I walk the stairs to the loft , to her side ...
my heart pounding, sweat beads on my brow...
possessed by her presence, as if I've never known her...

Embracing...no longer two...and yet One.
G.S.

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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 5:43 PM CST

About this poem:
A romantic tale I dreamed up between me and a beautiful
Lebanese/Mexican friend of mine...it's ok...she knows
I wrote it for us. ;)