the burning of your embrace

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, November 19, 2011 0 comments

such passion instilled
inside my needy heart remains
for the goddess who sought me out

dear beautiful queen
do you still remember the dawn
of this love?

i crave exuberantly
for life and light
and know it's there in the fragrant essence
of your arms

lose me there
and never allow me to breathe --
no breath, no, breath, no breath;
i only want to die
in the burning of your embrace

Posted by Robert Anderson at Saturday, November 19, 2011
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