Winter's Love

You, my powerful Goddess
Drunk with winter’s love
I ache to smell the beauty
Of your bare skin
As I watch soaring from above
Eternity shines like the dream
Whispered by the light of our moon
And leaves me needing your stare
For the sweet deliriousness
It’s able to produce
If ever my shadow stills
Like a deathly water beneath a boiling wind
Please swim through my thousand black springs
To show me all that I am
This delicate boy who worships only
These true moments of love under stormy skies
And drive away the bloodied and bitter lies
So together we can recall our time and why

ⓒ 2005 Shawn Michael Quinn

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