Your breath
Dissolves me
Eyes filmed like the mirror
I am condensed
The way is blurred with wetness
As I fall from glass to glass You reflect and substantiate
My feather weight
Your effortlessness frames me
As my prism convolutes
Enfolds
Tumbles and invokes you
From this bubble of a dream
From this image in my head
From this vision
In a stream
From this burning of our wings
For their silverGold
And lead
For their living beat and holy waft
The impossible delicacyOf your golden tapestry
And the languorous electricity
On the soft palette
Of your innocence
Your loss
Your gait
Your face
Your heart
Your taste
Touch me now
With your gentle spiritMake me ache
For want of tenderness
Wake my soul from wandering
In the valley of the shadow
From the forest
And the sea.
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