Making Love

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Making Love

I see us in front of the fireplace, smoldering licking flames that dance, that passionate dance. Over each log that rolls without moving, like I move And you roll when we are logs together and on fire. Stacked for the beauty of heat and the warmth Of the hearth in both our hearts That no winter can... Sign in to see full entry.

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This poem is taken from my latest collection titled: The addendum to perfection. It is available at Lulu.com/MichaelDBrown

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