There, then

When the day rests, not just slows down,
but kicks off its shoes and leans back,
silences everything inside itself to allow
only a gentle breeze to kiss my face,

there, then
I feel You wrapping
your gentle breath around me.

I touch You. Not aureate icons shining
gold or marble statues chipped smooth
by artist hands. Not drunken hues dripping
from canvasses, but the soul of You.

There, then
it is just the two of us sheathed
in midnight blue of your eyes.

I hear your voice on leaf tipped branches,
in green gardened earth, through flowing
currents. A wordless welcome, a fall so
deep into You I forget myself and linger.

It is there and then
I know I am yours and You are mine.

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