Hearth

I got lost,

In the nook betwixt thine breasts,

A hearth of tenderness,

Intimate affection.

The miles, crippling ordeal,

Lovemaking - sweet, surreal.

To lose thee - decidedly demise.

Oh, how, I miss thee,

Dearest love -

The raven mistress of my youth,

Ravishing as blooming trees,

Feisty, jocund as a doe,

Gentle as a gloaming breeze,

Lustful as embers below,

Pure as everlasting Truth.

Westbound passage to the Rim

- We shalt meet again, erelong,

Hold thee on my shoulder's brim,

In my arms caring and strong.

Black-pearl goddess, so seraphic,

Thou painted my world anew.

Too long hath it been amiss,

Too long hath it been askew.

Comments

Ann Carr from SW England on December 15, 2019:

Stunning poetry, as always!

Ann

Lorna Lamon on December 04, 2019:

This beautiful poem reads like a sonnet and I love the use of 'old' English throughout. The last verse is very poignant. Lovely.