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"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of the moon." Rumi


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In lavender essence…

He tasted like a summer night

Under a bright moon,

Sublime in nature;

An overflow of thoughts

Rippled to the perimeter of his mind.

Bloodshot – his eyes heard all

That mine could not see.

Symbolism expanded in my space

As it dwelled in his.

Shapes and objects in our cocoon

Filled with colors and textures –

Painted Ladies Mating
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It soon became apparent that

Our realities were measured

By the intensity with which

Our convictions were expressed.

He’s shifted; I’m immune.

In his trajectory I find solitude.

He yearns for me; I give my all.

Still, alone I walk.

But it’s perfect in its existence.

With the stillness of our hearts

We succumb, but only momentarily.

From passion we’ve come this far,

Ever so enthralled with love.

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