Awakening

Beneath the pregnant moon

I give you some words

And you give me

Your love

Free as the dove.

 

All night we sing

With our bodies,

While cats prowl

 

The lighted gardens

And owls keep sentry,

Over melting embraces

Skinning the night.

 

Rising from

Love’s heady

Enchantment,

The new dawn

Dances clear

 

And flowers

Glint without

Fear.

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