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    ONE CLOUDY AFTERNOON

    Overcast.
    Light slides
    through the blinds,
    easing around the shadows.

    Weak,
    unable to do
    more than expose
    shapes.

    You
    reading by the lamp.
    Your book --
    a white glare, your
    features cast in high relief,
    I come up
    behind your chair.
    This dark haired man reaches
    out and traces the line of your jaw,
    follows the whorl of your ear.

    My large hand
    cups the side of your face
    as you rest against it.

    Closing your book,
    turning off your lamp
    -- you rise--
    stirring the shadows
    as you come to stand
    next to me.

    We watch
    the moon rise in this
    evening twilight.
    Silver, large, sitting
    on the horizon,
    this pocked marked orb
    sits just below the clouds, resting,
    before its leap into the sky.

    This softness
    in my arms curls
    her arms around me.
    Hair against my face,
    lips on my neck,
    I feel the transfer
    -- electric --
    of magic.

    The love in my heart
    awakens
    joyously
    joining
    with you,
    my lady,
    in this room
    where
    shadows fold
    like origami
    into shadows.
    This room
    is disguised
    with our
    dreams.


    ©maestral

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