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Edward Ibeh's This or That, Vol.34 Contest...22 Jun 25
In Stars Above
At last, the traffic comes to a halt..
the powdered clouds peep between hill tops
as a lingering sigh pinches my flesh--
half weary, half shimmering
in hours moist with late afternoon's
need for quietude. Clearing
my mind to embrace sweet ardor's mist
and the fire of gentle touches, I feel
the sense of grandeur in stars above ,
of his affection blazing like a spark--
my face awakened from toil of hours before--
Resting a bit to capture hints
of stillness borne from the glimmer
of this temporal lush,
we gather each other ---
fondling the light,
gazing at nova streaks so beguiling,
our affection cuddled by glazed ardor;
inhabiting the pleasure of now.
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