Memories fade to susurrus.
Dusk cast shadows
Rise the temple wall.
Amber skin, maternal fields,
Upon soft abdomen,
his ear falls.
Below the peel of empyrean,
fruit of a woman,
brave the man
who clings the rind,
But braver he
let’s go in time.
Saccharine she
Whose taste is closest
to touch the Beloved's face.
Pressed he hears,
Her oceans howl...
hurling hope on waves.
To love a woman thus
is to be born to her
over and over – again.
Upon his brow, lips land
Her winter eyelids close,
falling, falling in the garden.
go the petals of the rose.
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