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Cloak of Light
She was covered in a cloak of light from the full moon
through an open window.
She had invited me into the sanctuary of her beginnings.
It felt safe there.
Warm.
Luminous stars glowed from her ceiling,
placed there by her parents before her birth.
Now they looked down on us like a hundred
witnesses to her childhood.
What lovely nights had they seen?
As I asked that question of myself,
she moved my hand to her center
where the soft rhythms and heat of
pure acceptance began to grow.
through an open window.
She had invited me into the sanctuary of her beginnings.
It felt safe there.
Warm.
Luminous stars glowed from her ceiling,
placed there by her parents before her birth.
Now they looked down on us like a hundred
witnesses to her childhood.
What lovely nights had they seen?
As I asked that question of myself,
she moved my hand to her center
where the soft rhythms and heat of
pure acceptance began to grow.
Published 3rd Feb 2023
Author's Note
Thinking of an early love and how wonderful it was to know her at that point in her life.
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3rd Feb 2023 12:51pm
Favourite lines (for touching eroticism):
she moved my hand to her center
where the soft rhythms and heat of
pure acceptance began to grow.
she moved my hand to her center
where the soft rhythms and heat of
pure acceptance began to grow.
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