The innermost bloom
of day's slow rapture,
unfurls with a simmer
of kindled firelight.
A ripened, raw fruit
of slow burned love,
as stars swarm gaze
and heat melts heart.
Time is ever eternal,
strokes tick caresses,
stirring soul's core
with love's lingers.
A heavy heat sits,
alight with arrays
of new love's bloom
under setting sun.
About the Creator
Susan L. Marshall
Susan L. Marshall is the founder of Story Playscapes. She is the original philosopher of Existential Process Structuralist Metaphysics and the Metaphysical Minimalism subgenre. She is an international best selling / Top Story Award author.
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