By Stands With a Smile
Date: 22 November 2000
Heaven's Fools
Suspended here
upon our cloud
built by us
of sheets and pillows
The warm sweet sweat
of our passion
cooling on our bodies
our smiles warming more
You ask me
in your wonderful bed room whisper
your lips tickling my neck
are we just a couple of saps?
Your tracing fingers
part the course hair of my chest
your nails thrilling my skin
as I breathe in sharply before I answer.
No.
We are not saps.
We are heaven's fools
living in our own world
peopled only with us.
Kiss me again, Princess
and find in that
the simple fact
that we are all we need.
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