Before A Waterfall
Sweet intoxicants laced their tongues
in a moment shared before a waterfall -
consumed by passion,
Rapture embraced an ardour where her senses
his fragrance inhaled.
Trees blushed in their intensity -
his stubble grazed her cheeks
with a delight gasped from too long -
too long a sadness
that would be no more
for her love had arrived.
Her pain ceased in his touch
for her life was permanently etched
and forever imprinted in wonder
for his magnificence.
Her prayer is one of thanks for him -
a swelling in her heart
for his eyes that she drinks like a syrup,
the sweet intoxicant of love’s gift
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