Of fated kiss that thunders
the very folds in heart's passion raiment,
as it lies untouched and dulled
from the famine in fire.
Awaken is the earthquake longings,
unmerciful behemoths of need,
that roar as lions to be fed
from love's banquet table.
Romance's zephyr wind
blasts in fury through the soul's veil,
visions flush with tales of oneness,
faith flows to hope's foundation,
holding onto dream this time
will last forever.
One word passing through awkwardly arrayed,
brings a tailspin of twisting and torrid doubts,
buttons pushed on memory's control board,
finger's grasp on lace of wedding desires,
slips into canyon of dark scars.
Language of the tongue
ever a dialogue without rules,
except as written in intuitive dictionary,
where sometimes the interpretation
brings hugs of reconciliations
bonds from out of the verbal knots,
others it produces a noose of regret,
strangling the spirit
with suffocation of trust.
Silver trophy winner
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