Truly I Cannot
Truly I Cannot
Truly I cannot surpass
this serene soul ride with you,
your quiet-eye caresses, like petals
of the primrose, falling from calm gusts
after a rain, disclose in the stars my hand
to grasp the hidden stone contained within.
I am convinced there are steep canyons
in your soul, as I turn the brass key
to our door of private delights,
our paradise so exciting,
so shattering to the touch,
we can bear no more.
In your face there is an astonishing peace,
So intense, so fragrant of love’s perfume,
I wonder if it is possible to breathe again.
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