Rain Kissed
Angels smiled down that night,
shedding rapt tears
upon love lit by tender starlight
beneath the fragrant knot of pines.
Lips and tongues aflame with
gentle, perfect fire,
under a blanket of tepid dusk,
eyes softly shut against trespass.
Droplets tapped ripples upon ebony water,
beat in time with both hearts
and she knew then the meaning of love,
that she might fly with angels.
If each pulse had stopped there
and then; if each breath had
stilled and failed to start again,
this perfect coalition would live forever.
For she knew then the meaning of love,
that she might fly with angels…
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