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Beneath Darkling Coverlets
Some flowers bloom well into twilight,
moonlight mesmerizes them,
leads them into dreams of distant dawns.
The velvet drapes of summer
do not offend them,
rather they entice
as they bathe
within deeply tidal lullabies.
Gently the blossoms succumb,
gentle is the soft enfolding.
A warmed and darkening air descends
to couple with the intimate scents
of floral favors, perfumes that linger
upon wafts of intimacy.
all hidden by sequestering shadows,
an efflorescence is shared
within a sanctuary of confidential pleasures,
raptures far from
the harsh dazzle of daylights
prying gaze.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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