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Prelude to a Kiss |
Oh, your welcome voice
which streams - all lilac boughs
of dreams deferred, heavy
curled and whispered
in moist waiting.
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Speak, my Love,
into slumbered silence -
Arouse the soft and petaled void
into small
beaded promises
of tender encircling;
What jeweled unfolding!
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Yes, sweet Breath,
drape me in a violet crown
of murmured vows -
Adorn this eternal blossoming.
Ascend!
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Beloved
song of many dawns,
a Prelude begins
which will never cease
from beginning.
See, our kiss has already started -
In words
whose fragrant origin
never ends.
copyright 2004
Lorraine
Sautner |
