I could prevent the stars from going out tonight but it would not bring back the light in your eyes. I could encompass the spirit of the sun and still you would not burn for me. I could repair time and space but lose you on a sandy shoal.
Fair of face
And full of grace
I must profess.
In this state of undress,
Lithe and lean,
Recumbent pose for this scene
I bow my head, could do no less.
Arched shoulder lifts a wing --
Trailing touches like feathers --
Bound as though tethered
Sweet words that make my ears ring.
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