Love Letter From the Soul Xxxviii
K²,
A green wave of glance
gently gathers near the sun
eclipsed by moon
I stare and I wait
as prisms pull dark from gloom
I am half light
opalescent
pinned in your sky
you are breath
dancing ever quitely in the bush
drifting, gliding
ever close
attending and affable
adorning the gift of life
a first moment's mystery
freedom, flight, fancyfree
barefoot on the back porch
sipping tea
made from your sun
no sugar for me
for I have kissed the wind
and she tastes of you
confidence and strength
sultry but refined
behind the shade stands a single silhouette
in the morning there shall be two
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