This Night By Your Embrace
This Night By Your Embrace
This night by your embrace
I recall the odor of rain
within a wood at dawn
the new light drawing
green from grey
through shades of blue
while wetness
caressed by the leaf in its descent
or rising from the soil’s warmth
through fern and flower
saturates my soul
all passion flowing soft
describing the texture of my flesh
cracked as the surface of the oak
yet subtle as the shimmering web
woven between its branches
reflecting the obscurity of the morning mist
as crystal
the threads too delicate
to sustain the weight
of such delight
they may
at any moment break
as I am broken
challenged to trace anew
a self sufficient
to realize the beauty
of your touch
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