Whirl Away
"Theirs is the pleasures of loves delight
That surrenders unto the gifts of bliss
Dancing within harmony into the night"
tis an ode to the mystery of love
twirls and whirls away before my eyes
two lovers dance a parquet floor agleam
awash in sultry light...hypnotic highs
in perfect harmony of heartbeats sung
to a primal drumbeat felt this night
unspoken words, yet sensed and understood
anticipated…immolated
in passions rage did sweetest Love ignite
theirs is the pleasures of loves delight
no sense be made of when or why or how
what bade these seething souls such simmering
no dearth of bread could make hearts hunger so
naught sate aching need, save Love's shimmering
no other quaff can slake such thirsting felt
save sweetness of her tongue in passions kiss
no answers why another just won’t do
we choose not Love; it, rather, chooses you
blest are loves accepting truth like this
surrendering unto the gifts of bliss
accepting tis not reason…nor tis rhyme
that plucks upon their tautened heartstrings so
though divination never conjures love
no greater gift two needy hearts e’er know
adoring ones who never wrong could do
acquiesce to feelings felt so right
on crowded floor they whirl away alone
no longer seem they bound by gravity
two hearts and souls and bodies blended light
dance with harmony into the night
*first three lines a verse from "Eternity"
by Divena Collins*

















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Thanks, John...
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Thank you, Carol...
Many might gloss over these glossas, not realizing their reflective value. Still waters run deep. You’ve stirred your words well here. Appearing at Mindful Poetry where it is now featured.