Epiphany: Amour Habito Intus Vos: poemflesh

Epiphany: Amour Habito Intus Vos: poemflesh

A Dedication...

( These lines are dediated to a very close friend who has made an impression on me. All I want to say is Thank You from the bottom of my heart)

Sonnet of the white.
Fragrance of the snow.
Music of your touch
is all I want to know.
Promise of the silence.
And I hear you speak.
When the moment comes,
more to eyes, you meet.

Short is the meaning
of human friends.
Tribute to beauty
where coffins end.
Even the burning passion
shuts the chill of death.
On dusty bones, what lovers waste
is his breath.