Perfect Hour
Love isn't possessing
It's caressing.
Our summer
Soon covered
By that autumn veil.
Smothered
By a winter's tale.
So cold.
So hold
Your lover near.
While sunlight
Shines upon your face.
And dispels any fear.
When you lovingly embrace
That flower.
For one perfect hour.
Losing what you are.
And finding yourself.
Out of your jar.
And off of the shelf.
Our flame
Is burning low.
Yet, we will never know.
Until darkness rules the sky.
When the moon
Has waved goodbye.
And shooting stars
Do fly
Away.
Our passion
Is not about tomorrow.
Let your feelings out
Today.
As right now
While our bodies sway.
Heated,
In the dance of love.
Cheated
By white turtle dove
On lost horizon fading.
Before our fruit of love
Turns sour.
May Adam kiss Eve
In their
Perfect hour.
poem by Kevin East
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