And I become nothing but the blue
backdrop against which the unbound hawk soars
How you unshackle me in brief moments
Disappearing only to reappear
As that which God intended. A sinner
who lies in passions arms, a kiss, a smile,
And I melt yet again into someone
more earthly than the consummate ground
Secretly sewn with the sweat of our flesh
Ripe with desire to return once more
I’ll dance with you like a spry faery maid
Our laughter stopping the movement of time
Then taking your hand, like magic we go
Footfall on dried brush; the sweet scent of sage,
In our silent place I cry out in delight.
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