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Contrast is erotic

the dark

TO

the light

Whispers almost words

BUT no

heard only PRIMAL syllables

Love across centuries
SAILING on clouds OF THUNDER,
ROLLING on SWEET DEW COVERED grass
THEN I WILL DRIFT ONTO DEEP SUMPUTIUS oceans.

a scent on the wind of memory

Sweet lips of night do bid me welcome
as shadows  close on  MY EMBERS
Sliding like a seducer's hand

tied by your invisible restraints
 

Delicious warmth
The fire of the universe

Expanding outward
And shaped into a heart
being so beautiful

I COME for a ghost
living for the dying
thIS IS NOT ANY WAY to be spending your time
love like that ought to be a crime
waiting for the ghost of a lover
Never to return

UNTIL YOU ARE LEFT WITH  only pale pink translucence