Scenes From My Imagination's Concept Of Love Poem by James Devany

The cool air collects behind a such an atmosphere
of a royal blanket, blissfully reserving a resonant blue,
to keep your eyes fixed within mine.
Keep me here,
break the dream that wakes me from
such enchanting visions, of you,
In my arms,
In my love,
In my head,
where you should remain,
head delicately rested on my shoulder,
it's safe haven,
the shoulder of the arm,
that bears my heart on it's sleeve.
The moonlight,
may it be an aphrodisiac,
in the matted grass, baptized in dew,
and the glowing affection
realized by hands intertwined.
Soft fabric, and locks of hair,
the textures,
of peaceful foreverness.