Cynosure
You remember
I know you do;
all the shades of gold
captured in our hands--
that day when everything fit
the world perfect on its axis;
we stopped or so it seemed
its spin, sun, moon, and stars--
when brilliance stood still, waiting
for us to seal love's demand.
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Copyright © Rhoma Em | Year Posted 2016
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