EMPYREAN
 

The brittle winds.
The spangled sleep, dreamin'
careful cat's paws rhyme.
Burning tears in the curling nightness.
Dreamin', of just your touch.
Just a slow enfolding into each other's arms
and bodies.
As we sink into the scent of sleep,
a kiss on the tender of his nape.
The gentle winds.
 


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