The Last Love Letter
Scented with perfume, in as imagined
Heart melting into each words inflexion
Feeling softly, paper creases crumpled
We drew in each breath by resonation
The pen that so wrote, held by loves own hand
Bare canvas enlivened by touch divine
Within love bubble spherical we stand
Loving heart reads the words, as mind aligns
Essence of presence centred in the void
As we become both reader and writer
Our unified consciousness overjoyed
Unspoken words felt by meditator
Centred self thus reading the love letter
Is both the receptor and transmitter
07-January-2021
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