
The wind tonight
moans like a pan flute lover
on the crest in salted foam
searching aqua on the black
I pray for boughs from the arbor
round as thighs, engorged with snow
frozen crisp, ready to break
free, to collapse the roof
and bury us deep in the rubble
© Chagall 2014

wow!
Thank you, Celestine. —C
Intense.
Thank you, Tiffany. —CC
Beautiful images. Intense feelings. Together forever…
Indeed – under the dome. —Chagall