Free Verse # 56

The water of her moon churns through my soul.

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Your eyes,
sentient stars guiding me
as I cross the bridge of dreams.

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In your presence,
drawn into the sweet tide of silence.
The water stills, clears.
Knowing, on butterflies-wings
flutters between our hearts.

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Your voice, a whirling death-poem,
a prayer intoning a rite of passage,
a shamanic dance encircling the altar
where I am laid, open, ready.

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