Upon my cheek, his warm curls
Brushed lightly of dark earth
Shake, the spoken of the ear relents
He perspires of me, this acted truth,
This gentle sooth, of him, in me.
Each stroke clear, each pulse innate
Minds, breaths, marrow - alive, in flight
Lashed sage, ardent gaze fell deep,
Through wanting, forming more
Moons rose and dove coolly, knowing
A tender stroke of when.
Ever crescent, bow and bend
Ever crescent, bow and bend
Beyond its grasp and cinder's end
Time nimble, no mend, no how
Touch lightly of sweet intent
These opened eyes feel, free palms awake
Unbound, sans cusp or break
Moving infinite within,
Golden gaze, lightly makes, my love.
Golden gaze, lightly makes, my love.
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