THEY BELIEVE
Her milky white breasts
So soft
Delicate mounds of silken dreams
He rests his weary head
Lullaby
Rhythmic passionate heartbeat
Sweet shelter from the tempest
No harm
Shall come between them
They lay as one
In their safe down lair
The wicked world can stop
It matters not in loves embrace
Daily assault
Barrage of deadly vice
Evil fails to penetrate
Such sacred harmony
Ticking clock
Resonate metronome
Cool conditioned air
Circulates around the pleasant warmth
Their cozy cocoon
What a treasure to behold
Doors slam shut
Walls cave in from holy opportunity
Perpetual guidance
Available for their asking
Prayerful intervention
They believe
Marriage in His name
He provides
All is well in suburbia
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006
