The evening has left us
Quietly to ourselves.
I watch you move before the mirror
Releasing all the catches and the stays
The predictable moments and habitual ways
Until a lamp light soft reveals
Your moving presence and my cautious appeal.
Can I reach the glistening in your eyes
And hold you in my arms?
A prayer weaves its way
Above
As we explore
The promises of love.
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 1:42 PM UTC
The evening has left us
Quietly to ourselves.
I watch you move before the mirror
Releasing all the catches and the stays
The predictable moments and habitual ways
Until a lamp light soft reveals
Your moving presence and my cautious appeal.
Can I reach the glistening in your eyes
And hold you in my arms?
A prayer weaves its way
Above
As we explore
The promises of love.
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