In Her Hidden Sky

In her most solitary hour,
In the night’s darkness
When her soul opens up
Like a fathomless abyss
I want to be the northern star
Shining upon her hidden sky,
A secret thought
With infinite warmth
Inside of her welling
To rise up from upon her lips
Warmer than the sun,
Through the flush of her skin
A breath more intimate
Than the wine and its own redness,
Than the sea and the cadence
Of its endless waves.

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