The Bosom Of A Lover’s Night

Like the bosom of a lover’s night.
There’s nothing failed nor compromised.
Though our eyes are heavy and dry,
we fall in a slumber of bliss and sigh.


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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