yours on celluloid
mine in my mind
the liberties you take
the ones I concede
sensual pleasure not framed
you have given more than anyone before you
yours from your heart, mine from mine
the love you take
the love I give
pressed like a rose in a book
I love you more than anyone before you
you say the same to me
hearts entwine
flowers bloom from the vines
fragrant all that we share
love, at last grows here
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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