Hearing Her


Hearing Her

Last night, I
was thinking
about her.

And being
in her presence
that silent


cast that she
arrayed. Down
to me, standing

quiet. Alone,
all one, with
her. Gazing

up, thinking
of her. Remote,
that presents

a perfect orb
of pearl, in
love, that


I am, with
her, formed
in light.

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