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Shrine of Morning’s Rise

(villanelle)
formule poésie érotique 21/30  


Escarpments bare, camellian in hue,
That redden glow with touch of new day’s rise,
A pilgrim’s shrine that beckons life anew.

How my hands seek in dawning shadows skew,
What supplication brings, devout incise
Escarpments bare, camellian in hue.

And you return with praying hands subdue
My spirit’s gifts within, you find likewise
A pilgrim’s shrine that beckons life anew.

How morning brings in us the other’s due
Attention to our passioned hymns reprise:
Escarpments bare, camellian in hue.

We easy pass the narrow grotto’s flu
That gives with entry, each the other’s prize,
A pilgrim’s shrine that beckons life anew.

What better service found to day renew,
Our scared rites perform to canonize,
Escarpments bare, camellian in hue,
A pilgrim’s shrine that beckons life anew.

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Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
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