Metabolic Metaphors

Opening new doors

Miles of mystic mysteries,
Metabolic metaphors,
Fascinating histories,
Keep opening new doors.

Dependant on the ardor,
Ephemeral or slow,
Something special in the larder,
A feeling deep below.

Can you hear my heartbeat?
It loosens when you’re near,
All aligned with the heat,
To me, that’s very clear.

Seasons come, and seasons go,
Autumn turns to Spring,
We cannot tell for we don’t know,
Love’s such a simple thing.

The sun, fun, and simplicity,
Lying on the grass,
A sense of sensitivity,
Feelings that will last.

Deep reverberations,
Felt swimming in the sea,
Allied alliterations,
Words tween you and me.

The flowers from the tower,
Mix into a montage,
And change from hour to hour,
Into a curious collage.

Your smile will spread a mile,
Echoed by my bliss,
Let’s just wile, while in style,
On a day like this.

© David Rudder
2022

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