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I

Heather of breath; velvet of eyelashes that fly up like a flush of birds.  Your indigo eye is dusky and tender. Only a beloved one has the eyes like yours. Our argument in the ringing silence--crystal notes and echoes drop one by one to ease the tension. Can you see the glow? You thought it went out? Only along with me. Patina and calx of time never cover passion in the mirrors of the mind, lucid like ice in an amethyst mere. Babe, when you are away, like a blind man I wander in dark. Do you … me? “No!” The fear again. The almond of bittersweet lips--crossing glances; our merged faces--trembling eyelashes like a velvet curtain.

II

Pollen of desire, glittering and intoxicating,  flies down off your trembling eyelashes during the long scarlet kiss that goes to my head, intoxicated by you. You are a hymn to love. I sing you without stopping, and like an avid bee I drink the bittersweet nectar of your beautiful face. You are my Flower; you are my Cup. I need you alone. Now our stupid hearts beat at one. Whatever I am, you are my miraculous fire. I am aglow with your glance. To set fire to the volcano within me, to burn, to singe--all is in your power. You tell me to keep silence--and your Orpheus becomes silent, and avid lips kiss on the heady silk of the painfully beloved wrist.