Signature of Ardor

Three little words

uttered by your mouth,

started a scene no one had

figured out.

It was beside himself,

the open door

and the shelves that she

did delve...

it was a folly time of pities,

and ransoms here or there,

the room was loud and boisterous

as it dare

be

while the orchids bloom so lovely,

lifted by the sun and wind again.

A milkmaid lays them true enough

against her silken mind

and here, here at last we breathe,

hoping for a more robust scene around we

and we, so fitted to be tamed,

could never once be named

in the signature of ardor...

Reviews

[realmwriter]

Strong and somehow sexy write. I like it very much!