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Fire On The Hearth
By La Belle Rouge


I would have loved you sincerely
not with half truths recited hesitantly
to keep a fragile truce another day
but deeply, passionately, completely


I would have surrounded you with poetry
and kissed your ink stained fingertips
in our summerhouse at tranquil twilight
while I read to you from heart volumes
in the gilded glow of a crystal oil lamp


gifting you my simple but eloquent verses
only to bask in flames of your dark eyes
and the look of love on your tanned face
your lips, My Love, I would oft purloin
and coerce them to become my love-slaves


I’d cleanse from your gloomy memory
filth of previous deception and betrayal
dry unceasing tears of want and alone
then lightly scent your flesh with rose oil
flowing from languorous caresses


in the winter of life, no ice laden wind
would chill your incomparable soul
while ivory arms and alabaster thighs
drew you into the sanctuary of home
where fire would forever burn on our hearth



10/15/09/ La Belle Rouge


"Poetry, Love Whispers"

Music "Somewhere In Time"