Rhapsodic
To pose, silently, I stand motionless
if not for death to pass from my sight
surely, your touch behold enchantment.....
Without complication, Hark, my ruby jewel
are not my words, eloquent, graced only by a fading shadow
Your presence, drifting, spiraling afar
with colors swaying in luminescent refuge
Must I shout in loving song, will my need awake a wanting desire in thee....
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