beginnings of a poem

Love,

you awakened me last evening

with your breath upon my cheek

to whisper adorations in my ear

and i felt my heart grown

so warm within your hands

 that a sigh escaped my lips

that you would bless me with your presence

here in the dark

and in that quiet moment

when i was open to receive you

you startled me by entering so deeply…..

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