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05/07/10
The Silence
We two sleeping spirits, united in night's single silence, Evolve from a misty distance separating our bare bodies, Into the shared sound of our soft breathing.
Connected by dreams of last evening's lovemaking, We don't realize how close to day's surface we're approaching, Until, by fate's planned chance,
My straying hand caresses the left cheek of your pillowed face And the first stirrings of your purring femininity Emerge from the subdued juices of your beauty.
Words that will whisper us awake Yet have eons, decades, indeterminate seconds to soar, Before they'll take hold of our tongue tips,
Shape the void cocooning our nude communion Into a vocabulary capable of giving voice to tenderness, Which we'll wear, like a gleaming gold-silk robe, into dawn.
But for this present blessed infinity, Side by chest-rising-and-settling side, In sleep's lush, voluptuous, glistening-green underbrush,
We don't even sense our limbs extending into tendrils, Gentle, slender vines clinging, delicately, to each other's flesh, Like the root-shoots of epiphytic orchids suspended in airiness.
But entwine we do, with a gentleness born of innocence, Exploring the smooth contours of our contentment, And, all the while, in the extended embrace of our waking,
Seeking an opening from silence's ebbing nighttime, Into morning's articulate light seeping, flowing into our souls, Beckoning us to resume our reflective lives, together.
05/07/10
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