Evening in Arcadia, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Thomas Cole, Evening in Arcadia (1843)


Evening in Arcadia, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The tired sun is setting but we are just,
Beginning to feel warmth of each other,
To create a bond that we feel we must,
As the arch’s sides without any pother.

Come close, touch me, for your music has reached,
In my heart creating the want of bliss.
You being closer desire is unleashed,
Hold me tight, deposit your searing kiss.

Lay me ev’r gently on our earthen bed.
From this point forward nothing to be said.
Your touch I seek on this night we be wed.
All your love for me you shall soon embed.

Our loving life as one is aborning,
And shall be bright as a summer morning.



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