Heart Sutra Poem by Panagiota Romios

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The moonlight, the firelight,
the scent of your cologne.
Enchanting, oh!
Our toes in amorous games
do play, shadow dancing.
The flames, our footlights,
andso...

As the first frost descends on
one last, California rose.
Such unspeakable solace in
my intimate desire grows.
I lean on the warm, tartan plaid
coverlet to kiss that Olympian nose.

Then...rest my velvet-ribboned
pony-tailed head,
So gratefully upon your crescent
chest.
Just to hear the wind chimes of
your heart.
We, both so truly magnificent and
masterpieces of God's finest art.

Yours~
Panagiota