The hardwired moon's
lurid glare relieved us
a delightful respite
and desire for more
with humble joy
I washed your feet
In the contented warmth of passion
we raised God's rushing vibration
till night-shades wane
plied by the wedge of dawn
brushed color on the day
and on your gleaming face
Indescribable Love
The dream of this fleeting moment
the tantalizing magnet
that ripples and throbs
and sets current
through the fluid steel blinders
over our eyes
giving us glimpse
of Who we really are
wrapped in pregnant pause...
Till the next glimpse be borne
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