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Monday, July 20, 2015

Retreat (Blank Verse)

My love for thee is nigh immeasurable:
I long to be closer to you, always;
Your perfect kiss a promise of thy heart
That beats along in time with mine alone...
We are one, my bliss -- let us rejoice
And bask in our endless affection.

Would that we could stay here, just this way,
Spend our days in one another's arms --
Alas, but life -- it beckons constantly;
I can't bear to leave you for too long
But fret not, darling, we shall meet once more,
And tumble into love all o'er again

Let this be, my nymphet, our retreat:
A place to lie together, ignorant
Of stress or pressure, or even of pain;
A sanctuary of our own design
Where our desires trump reality,
And love is truly all that we require. 

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© Jackson Cambridge, 2015

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