Close Comfort.

With needs I reach for your core in my dreams.
Love lifts you each night-time
into
my keeping.
Conscience floats weightless
and I being certain,
feel
your desire,
yielding to you is never a burden.
Holding you soul-close
feeds me,
satisfied then, amour survives
with nightly revival.
If love is to thrive love fears no departings.
so breathe
your close comfort,
into my heart

Mike
Lines 4, 8, 11, 15 and 17 is a nice poem within a poem... :)

Mike
Whew... is it hot in here?

york2frisco
"yielding to you is never a burden" ... Wow ! what a line. It stopped me dead in my tracks. It is the crown jewel of this lovely poem. Very nice

carol
a most lovely read