Love Letter From the Soul Xlviii
You,
Veiled in the mysteries of light
black cutting off the white
unmasked in the cotillion
of life
no debutanted call
you said left, I was right
patience holding close
an eerie songless night
but the melody played for hours
in the breeze, the gentle tease
and the tide
washing upon the night
in wrinkled sheets
you the nun, I the knight
if only for tonight
I will be with you
in grave and in height
stripping of the shroud
soaring up the stares
abreast
undressed
spotted eyes owl in wonder
halos glow at midnight
transfixed, we merge
and emerge
breathing/gasping/grasping
chocked but contented
fully fulfilled
as air fills your lungs
gorgeous as that may be
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