Her, Waiting

In my desperate unfolding
every muscle clenched.

I could only close my eyes
and wander through
the garden of her being,
a leaf upon her tree.

I could feel
her tender satisfaction,

her patience
yielding in her subtle
coaxing gentleness.

And when at last the wind
released its final
understanding,
the headdress
of her crown,
her smile,
became a moaning candle
in the twilight,
a spark
that called me home.

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