Author: Yoly
Unimaginable to queens and doves
I was caught between soft gasps of delight
and the privileged serenity
of taking in your smile
That solicitous smile
delivered hope to my soul
when soft swept words carried
dusk into nocturnal magic
Then a trickle of light nestled your hair
and I waited for the wind
and tiny bells to ring
the anticipating sound of surrender.
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