As Passion Becomes Us

Walking the cobblestone path

to your cottage soul,

up and around, where it bends

with mine,

I feel the follow of your eyes

as they sway with my hips

and the ponderosa pines

moan for a September kiss

With the minty breath of Autumn

cool against my lips, I turn to hold

your shadow to my breast

and splendor paints the sky

with copper kettle clouds

burnished near the edge of night

Where we fall and float

on lithesome wings, among

the sumac, into feathered dreams

as passion becomes us

Paintbrush kisses dab a blush

to the cheeks of morning

as the seasons of our life as one

begin again.

© 08/28/00

January Grey

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HEART SONGS & SOUL REFLECTIONS

By January Grey

Painting Love

Climb the mural

of your dreams

through the mist

shines a beacon

from a lighthouse

on the jetty

where the cottage

in your mind

burns a lamp

in the window

while we sway

to the music

of the sea

crashing waves

spilling dreams

over rocks

on the shore

as the surf

washes sadness

away

circling gulls

dip and dive

to the beat

of the ebb

and the flow

of the tide

as a kiss

longs for lips

meant for kissing,

and a sigh

fills the air,

as passion

lingers there

like my perfume

on your skin

as we dance

with the wind

while it catches

drifting sails

and the clouds

hide the moon

as a mist

closes in,

to begin

our dream again,

painting love

on the canvas

of your mind.

© 09/01/00

January Grey

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