The day had come before the sun had risen much,
its everlasting battle chasing fog and mopping dew
was underway when in the cottage there was sensuous touch
they stirred, limbs still entangled and the silken sheets askew.
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H.x... you know I love your poetry for a variety of reasons... but the poetic radiance of the first 2 lines... 'sun..everlasting battle, chasing fog and mopping dew'... are stunningly hot and for me blaze as stand-outs from the many great balls of fire you constantly blow out to illuminate so many of us with on PH. So… thank you, aroha Dxx
Yes, I wholeheartedly agree with Emancipation Planz. And if I may add, I think I love you too....(Don't tell Dan) . Hugs, Sarahxx