There is so much beauty my eyes hurt from seeing. There is a tender lightening at the core of listening. To her heartbeat. The lost whisper of her soul and mine intertwined. Traveling together we watch for signpost of the other to mark the trail. I am listening at her doorstep at the groove of her opening. I am longing for her hands to meet mine with eyes. She is my lover my pantomime. Language is singing in my ears if only she could hear me sounding front line true. Incantations only last by your side until God slides the shade.
Over. Over.
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