Honey tresses these
strands of gold radiating in
streams and curtains,
framing the parapet of your favour.
Silhouetted breath of
a halcyon breeze,
perfumed words shadow the dusk,
evading that shattered sunrise.
Who’s to know you?
how many words to afford you?
while you near me but elude my comprehension
as comets tumble off into nowhereness.
You want to know me, you say,
can I offer you more than conjecture?
as the consequence of your nearness
threatens the shelter of my solitude.
(Summer 2012)
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