Loverbe

LoverBe in dreams of wearyme
Her face a stubborn fog, veiled yet invitingly thin
i blindly reach and reach for something finite-- Her hair--
gentle willow vines in dampened dew clinging between my fingers 
i inch yet nearer to breaths elusive 
each delicate descent cascading down Her silhouette 
 in exhilarant reprieve,
Her chest a perfect pendulum 
of 
                         symphony
and 
                         silence

Want within me screams.

as moments thaw and heartbeats boil
Her matchstick bones strike brilliantly against mine
igniting Her skin amaddeningauburnblaze
like kerosene to clover 
no other lover no other lie no other fear
not the slightest such stirring inside
me but LoverBe and I.

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