In the moment

I look into your face and feel the yearning grip my stomach

Squeezing and pulling me into your aura, your garden so scented

Whispering pines over languid butterflies and drenched orchids

Humid with promise and soft certainties.

Your hair framing the deepness of your eyes full of a sad happiness

Opening wide and blurring in the moment, and soft sighs rocking to the rhythms

And textures, as the light flickers and flames, and a thousand candles bright the sky

And the dream slows to a quiet pulse.

Fires all around, voices echo and rise and the music peaks and weaves

Drifting on into the sleep and mellow haziness of dreams

Comments lost forgotten float in the mind, our souls entwined

Like laughing butterflies in secret gardens

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