and my love is woken in the summers warmth
unbinding her eyes from sleeps devotion
upon altars and incense and the ringing of bells
each hair swirls perfectly across her cheeks and
lips smile from a perfect kiss
what majesty in her dark eyes
awakened pools of sweet attention
graceful gently lifting moving
arms slender touching toes ringed and nails red
here in her simple bed
we are touching undisturbed unhurried
in perfect silence love is spoken
Monday, February 22, 2010
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