Spoons

Fall into me -
May that I hold you to enfold you.
Thus entwined are we intimately aligned,
curvaceously cupped within the sculptured warmth of one another’s soul and sanctuary.
Enveloping you that I embrace you, demurely displace you.
As a vase holding its flower’s grace
softly slumbering in the night that they never part.
Then so you know after the glow
we are joined at the
- Heart

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005