An Island of Two

When our lips at last meet 
for the very first time 
the world will vanish completely 
turning flesh into rhyme.

Spnning onward without us
as we sail far above
past the voids that we once knew,
into heavenly love...

Chorus-

Let us dance on 
loves companionship,
where hearts go 
when they are broken,
floating hand in hand 
to the Isle of two. 
where one is never spoken,
on a pristine beach 
where the fruits of love,
grow abundant everywhere,
there's a paradise 
just waiting there
for the two of us to share. 


When our eyes they lock together 
in a gaze of heartfelt warmth, 
over candles glow and wine, 
peripheral vision, non-existent, 
the universe inconsequential. 
Lost in focusing on nothing 
but desires found reflected 
in four pupils who will study 
love, unblemished at first sight.

Chorus-

Let us dance on 
love's companionship,
where hearts go 
when they are broken,
floating hand in hand 
to the Isle of two. 
where one is never spoken,

On a pristine beach 
where the fruits of love,
grow abundant everywhere,
there's a paradise 
just waiting there
for the two of us to share.


When our bodies mold together 
embraced in a blissful union, 
time will slow as we both know it, 
clocks no longer will have meaning, 
day and night will merge together, 
and be lost in passions rhythms, 
with its smooth entrancing beat.

Stars in distant space will tumble 
to collide in sparkling dazzles, 
leaving both of us quite breathless, 
on our most ecstatic trip, 
sailing love's companionship.

O->+O~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

Matthew F. Blowers III

(c)-2016