THEY BELIEVE

Her milky white breasts

So soft

Delicate mounds of silken dreams

He rests his weary head

Lullaby

Rhythmic passionate heartbeat

Sweet shelter from the tempest

No harm

Shall come between them

They lay as one

In their safe down lair

The wicked world can stop

It matters not in loves embrace

Daily assault

Barrage of deadly vice

Evil fails to penetrate

Such sacred harmony

Ticking clock

Resonate metronome

Cool conditioned air

Circulates around the pleasant warmth

Their cozy cocoon

What a treasure to behold

Doors slam shut

Walls cave in from holy opportunity

Perpetual guidance

Available for their asking

Prayerful intervention

They believe

Marriage in His name

He provides

All is well in suburbia

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006