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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