The waves crashing Break the stillness
If you listen through the dark night of the sky Or is it the chorus of the crickets
Their crescendo marking The slightest movement of the palm Held up, bearing both fruit and leaves fallen , hanging in place, on the ground below..... I look into the lighted rooms Where boys turn to men The beauty on the other side The stain of the dew on the glass
Speak of the chill in the air within
I stroll the grounds While I wrap my naked body With a sheet, a cloths, covering one shoulder and my head Eros...come to mind, Verily, I say unto you Drift here off in love My face glows by the candle light.... In the warmth of the night....... -k
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