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Secret Haven
Indulgence
Maneuvers from beginning to end, like an eerie enemy — back to the wall; akin to rabble rousers in a burning village on foreign lands of dreams that fade before dawn.
Under the canopy of a thousand trees did you lie in wait, whispering to the night the tales of two worlds and dandelion towns and desert rains.
On luminous corridors of sleeping skies and resting sorrows, akin to the calls of cascading rapids for the northern winds and beating wings, I asked for love.
As the space between us crumbled like paper lanterns in the star-soaked nights amid the vast surrounding of sapphire destiny, the edge of my being swelled as your lips touched mine.
Your tears refracted the light from which we strayed; let that be our reminder to speak without words even after we climb the altitudes of tomorrow’s rainbow.
Sweeping through the echoes of autumn, you are in time, living it, making it; and your gravity, bending it, shaping it.
Breathe with me, love, through our journey, as we move through silences in the secret haven of only yours and mine.
We will write memoirs for our children’s children about how you gave me joy in a lifetime of lament.
The day we die is the day we cease loving, and what is love if not the dalliance that morphs into love?
Allow me my indulgence as I embrace you to my chest and breathe unto you: let our pride not be the eternal adversary of our affection, and our bodies, the temples of hostility.
Though a new dawn will rise, our lilacs will not wither, for as tempestuous as they be, my limbs and shoulders will carry you through tribulations as we count to infinity.
Neither to time nor death will I give you up, for you are mine.
You will always be mine forever and ever — mine, and mine alone.
