an ocean of figs at your feet...
swept away
in love
I wash the water
with my heart
reaching open
a million temples surrender to your kiss
the stones take shape like pedestals
each step you take
an algebra for new beginnings
and I beg
to lay the blanket down
to bring you comfort
to carry tea across the sand
and watch you wish
on stars
which wish on
you
and in the morning
after I have kept my vigil
while
you walked the planes of dreamland
and uncovered sacred texts
we sit
in silence
like apples on the embers
of a phoenix
You are my Beloved,
Your Beloved
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