Free Verse # 249 (enwombed by his touch)

by the silence of your absence
as though I were an autumn leaf
blown away from home


Descending darkness,
A house of fog and silence
Ringing hollow sounds.


I shiver
as though I were a star
eager to be reborn
in the folds of her skin


By Josephine Cardin

Enwombed by his touch,
the fragrance of his silence,
the breath his lungs heaves
to plant her in his heart,
forever in the abyss
of his fervent light.


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