This Night By Your Embrace

This Night By Your Embrace This night by your embrace I recall the odor of rain within a wood at dawn the new light drawing green from grey through shades of blue while wetness caressed by the leaf in its descent or rising from the soil’s warmth through fern and flower saturates my soul all passion flowing soft describing the texture of my flesh cracked as the surface of the oak yet subtle as the shimmering web woven between its branches reflecting the obscurity of the morning mist as crystal the threads too delicate to sustain the weight of such delight they may at any moment break as I am broken challenged to trace anew a self sufficient to realize the beauty of your touch