The Lovers

Like sepulchral statues we lay

Upon the makeshift bed

My body reminiscent of fine porcelain

Waiting to be fired by molten heat

My naked thinking heart had room for only one

Summer had ripened our love

Like swollen fruit on the bough

License my roving hands and let them go

For they explore familiar territories

Of soft warm undulating terrain

Let me roll you under my tongue

Savouring you as my sweetest morsel

And if you should vanish tomorrow

My death would be slow by famine

Take me and imprison me in you

You enthrall me and I will never be free

The Lovers

Anni Morris

Dunedin, New Zealand

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Move over DH Lawrence and Mills and Boon, it’s my turn for some creative writing :)

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