
Courtesy: Pixabay
We may be.
One night
you’ll cover me.
It’s a vision,
us,
a fountain flowing,
moonlight glowing.
A gentle caress,
a sizzling touch
riding a wave,
your pulse
within me.
A heart,
my heart,
you mending
before I know
I’m broken,
before I beckon you
to cover me.
©August, 2020
Christina Anne Hawthorne
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About Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.