Where Beauty Resides

David Redpath

img-0687-01-02-2020134988.jpegWhere Beauty Resides

The bells of liberty

by your stockings rung

The deepest restraints

in my hands … undone

Like a flake of snow

your sacrament melting

upon my thirsting tongue

Quenched in the ocean

of love’s perfection

Down on bended knees

lost in the squeeze

of your wholly communion

To ride the high tide

of hard won freedom

Yet, I’m a captive slave

to your will being done

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