Sworn Lovers

Some words... some lines... some poems...

chill me through the white of my bones...

thawed by the heat of this stifling home...

I hold you tight between these satin covers...

with you my poetic lover of language and art...

nothing could ever sever us apart...

this blue blood runs so mellow warm...

forms a storm to heal my heathen heart...

words worn as braces...

sworn lines pressed to the pages of time...

beautiful ballads of love...

where the words are yours...

but the letters are mine...

in a linguistic duet of destined design...


                                                        ELI