The Tides
I collapsed in your arms, that night
we planted our kisses in snow.
It was a sweet scented, naked night.
Our breath heated, eclipsed of light.
We were two soulful sky's making
new moons in Lover's eyes; Venus,
Jupiter, Neptune and Mars moving
in Sync with presence and raw cause.
Magnetic affection, fortune and desire
not one could predict the fate
of such love, yet it lingered quite thick
in the minds of two doves.
We nestled so deeply,
in our pocket of hearts, it was a testament
of loves great and magnificent art!
My moon fell so softly, blanketing the earth
a stunning moment, a miraculous rebirth!
A rhythm of chance your love neatly stitched
it was the tides inside, when I felt the shift.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
The Tides,©1.1.18, Poems from Passion
I collapsed in your arms, that night
we planted our kisses in snow.
It was a sweet scented, naked night.
Our breath heated, eclipsed of light.
We were two soulful sky's making
new moons in Lover's eyes; Venus,
Jupiter, Neptune and Mars moving
in Sync with presence and raw cause.
Magnetic affection, fortune and desire
not one could predict the fate
of such love, yet it lingered quite thick
in the minds of two doves.
We nestled so deeply,
in our pocket of hearts, it was a testament
of loves great and magnificent art!
My moon fell so softly, blanketing the earth
a stunning moment, a miraculous rebirth!
A rhythm of chance your love neatly stitched
it was the tides inside, when I felt the shift.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
The Tides,©1.1.18, Poems from Passion