morning after matrimony

a flower petal pathway leads to our bed

indigo lilies beneath roses in red

Venetian blinds filter the soft glow of sun

the ceiling fan blows a soft breeze and hums

on silk sheets caressing us softly

but none softer than your lips.

For the sweetest kiss in a life

and all eternity

has caressed my soul like a feather.

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