Phoenix Rising

by

Phil Pochurek

Shhhhhhhhhh
I can hear the flowers in your hair
Whispering the scent of their love song
In perfect harmony with your beauty
When I hold you in my arms.
And when you smile
Their petals gently kiss your cheek
With a pastel of color.
The fire of passion
Glows bright in your eyes
Burning on the shores of your desire,
It is here my Phoenix has come to rise.
I'm lost in your love
And consumed by your fire.

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