A sonnet, of sorts....
~*~Tryst~*~
Where white roses climb out of the night where comets strew new scarves of slow brave lace when fresh stars dangle phials of perfumed truth and slippered moths are free with their strange notes I'll stray out of the blue paths of the day and wend my way to where your lips unlock and catch each pearl and opal that drops forth into the hungry funnel of my soul dissolving to a frenzied whispering juice spiraling in precious upward mists into the waiting open robes of dusk until enthralled, we are both drowned once and for all time, my Beloved in caves of melted velvet.
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