You once wrote of darkness and pain
Blood flowing away from life
The cold reality of a living death
Hollow, eternally lonesome
in dark, gray shadows.
Sunshine of this long summer day,
brightly streaming in through stubborn windows,
a languid summer breeze,
gently slips in through a long-ago shattered window pane,
inviting delicate lace curtains to dance to its soft touches,
easing into this boudoir of sweet serenity
caressing naked skins, damp with passions,
blushing in new-found light
of the window’s sunshine rays of June.
Now you write of love's full cry,
prolonged and sweet,
in the groove of warm, honey-coated dreams,
amidst kisses and beautiful flowers,
deep inside swirling, cozy pleasures.
