"rendzevous" poems
Beyond the collective breath of seas and forests,
in the breathing wind,
with the smell of wild, bright life,
wrapped in the thirst of longing,
his soul met hers.
She did not shrink or tremble
But slipped into a perfect silence
and held that scared and ecstatic hour
when they met soul to soul.
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC