De Temps En Temps*

"You must suffer me to go my own dark way"

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She fabricated the reach of evermore
To sustain sweet dalliances,
Where stardust interchanged
Between the sheets of galaxies,
Who could foresee celestial ardour
When allure and mystique cocooned
Divine reemergence? Reawakening
The beating drum of all to come,
Her lips, her stare, her touch, her soul,
A sacred offerings and devoted fragrance
Provided a golden solar balance,
All I was, was hers, a being, and all I could offer
One whom seraphs held, hand-in-hand,
Was azure paramours, embodiment,
All the universe could construct,
Symmetry and silhouette,
L’amour est la poésie des sens**,
And her heart of infinity,
And I? I beat with her…

Poem © Phen Weston 2014

*From time to time
*Love is the poetry of the senses – Balzac

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