Passion melts down boundaries,
Fusing yin and yang into a jubilant whole.
A ring of fire burns for an eternity,
For lovers breed immortality with their souls.
Entanglement lies not in labyrinthine limbs,
Nor in the mumbled promises of foreplay,
But in the inevitable interlocking of hearts
Destined only to go astray.
Copyright © 1999 By Chantale Reve
Soaring across a blue, cottony-cloud-puffed sky,
On sharp frequencies of love’s urgency,
Detecting every blip of your tears and sighs,
I adjust my radar to spaces where you breathe.
To fulfill my mission of placating your mind,
I zoom with élan beyond the speed of sound,
Leaving my world-weary specter behind,
Celestial wings poised to sweep you off desolate ground.
And if you dare to rise above goslings and the damned,
Escaping their desperate clutches of despair,
Then cling faithfully to these gossamer strands
For enchanted flight meant for us to share.
Copyright © 2007 By Chantale Reve
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