And Yet …
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Between the orbs of day and night, Between the sighs and muffled moans, While my fingers caress your hair, And all of life and death is there; While passions fly with sweet delight And all my thoughts are born by you In places precious to our touch – Demanding we are joined, my Dear – Then am I swept to brilliant gold, Where fields and trees have perfect hue, And sky is coloured by your eyes: Why even birds their wings unfold And sing joyous about we two. For every thing is perfect there In a time to simply, just behold; In that moment you and I create Between the flesh and spirit state Where comes the moment I beget To bring that brief, divine escape, Besought to never end…. And yet… © Allen Ansell 2023
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