Hallowed ground

I grow our love on hallowed groundwater it with frequent tearswe listen to the thud of open heartsturn to murmur latent love songsI grow our love with careful handstend with whispers, soft throated beatsand there is nothing that I would not giveand there are no words for what you mean to me.I look in your eyes with each sunrisewatch the light raise dapples on our sheetsand when the blood red sunset creepsbringing endless night and eternal sleepmy love for you will always beburied in the earth of hallowed ground,in this time, this place, this infinity.

Poetry