Along the path
We paused the search—
Dry autumn sky,
Streaked with rain.
Neutral words trickled
Through a crumbling wall,
But eye saw through
To the soul.

My outward reach
Your instant caress,
Core warmth then
Echoed with union.
And rain fell
--Mere surface chill
On hunger stilled,
Heart’s consummation.

09/30/2016

Posted on 09/30/2016
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