Sweeter For the Hour

Sweeter For the Hour

A Poem by Melobldnfr


Sweeter For the Hour



Our love may be late

But is sweeter for the hour

Having bloomed beyond pain

And having experienced heavier than showers.

We are bound to know more, evermore.

I bare myself to you,

My being yours to explore and consume,

And upon consuming, experience rapture.

I hear you upon the wind

Whispering breezes of skin.

You fill my senses,

And I begin to unravel and ache.

As brush to pallet, and pallet to plate,

I quake to meet my shore - Dear Shy -

True colors of and to my life,

Not to be forsaken.

I love you, Baby, I do and will,

Out of will and choice

With all that is me:

My possessions, my creativity,

My passions, my spirit,

My heart, my soul, my voice,

My desire - as fire, or fan to your fire,


And when the day is done

And seeming too good to be true,

I wrap it up in light for you - a ray.

We know just what to do:

We do it all again -

Two blooms whose love glows softly,

Sweeter for the hour,

Knowing what they've gained!




© 2011 Melobldnfr

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Added on May 1, 2011
Last Updated on May 1, 2011
Tags: new age, contemporary, reflection, retrospection, self, love, introspection, dreams, romance, relationships



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