Cocoon Poem by Dermot McGarthy
Cocoon
Music is her morning drug,
Overdosing on her lover's lasting hug,
She showers in freedom's water,
Lathers her body in future's gel,
Her shampoo is peaceful essence,
With passion shared, secrets to tell.
The horizon, now the pilot light,
Fantasy beckons in conversation's brash insight,
Pressure is seamless,
Fragrant joy races fast,
Love's laughter lives longest,
Hope dies last.
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4/24/2024 5:38:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So beautifully written with such passion and serenity!