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 cause.
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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 sweetly, 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