With Milk He Lay

With milk he lay and wine to drink

Beneath the mist of autumn’s moon

He gently stroked her silver hair

And raised his voice to softly croon

Of blushing lips that met to share

Sweet cherries from a fragrant tree

Where urgency then led to bliss

As lovers each took liberty

The earth below began to quake

The stars above fell from the sky

For every breath she took away

She left behind a reason why

His love for her rose high above

The love he’d felt the day before

With milk he lay so many years

So pure and worth a hundred more

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on October 3, 2013, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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